Today is one of our work crew days, but they haven’t had much work for us to do of late. They sent us out for an hour to do drill and ceremony but so far that’s it. I haven’t lifted a splitting maul, a saw, or a rake since my first month here. Don’t’ get me wrong. I do plenty, but some days I get bored with sitting in my blue plastic chair.
On the plus side, I have two new Bill Bryson books to keep me occupied. A Walk in the Woods and Neither Here nor There. I’ve read 117 pages of the former since I checked it out last night and I’m completely immersed. I now want to hike the Appalachian Trail, just like I wanted to visit Australia when I was reading In a Sunburned Country, and I wanted to visit outer space and a lot more when I read A Short History of Nearly Everything. I don’t know what I’m going to do for reading next, I’ve exhausted all the authors I know and I still have weeks to kill.
I finished the 276-page A Walk in the Woods in just under an hour. I may have to start reading less. I sat in my blue plastic chair nearly all day, neglecting my body by getting zero exercise. Maybe it’s okay to do nothing once a week.
I read these books and wonder about my ability to write my own. I have certainly lead a life worthy of writing about but I don’t know how I could put it all together with all of my missing memories, lack of proper punctuation and rather short vocabulary compared to any book I’ve read. In the last book there must have been a dozen words I have never seen before.
I’ve been writing this blog for nearly a year, and I wonder if it would even fill in a hundred typed pages in a book. When I’m out I can finally check out this blog for myself and type instead of write. But who knows, I kind of like writing by hand.
Thinking back to when I started writing, I had no clue what boot camp was about. I heard so many things from so many sources, none of them very accurate. But I wrote them down as if I was an expert on the subject.
I say that to say this, everything I write is written as I remember it. And although my life has been crazy enough to have no need to embellish the truth, I’m sure some of the people involved in some of the stories might remember things differently. One thing I can tell you is that every word since the first post has been written by me completely sober. Sometimes it’s difficult to look back through the fog for details. Sometimes I don’t want to.
Another Sunday in the bag. Days seem to last forever, yet the weeks fly by. I hope I’m ready for the real world. It scares a lot of people. Prison scares me, so I am going to make sure I never come back. I will be a success. I am ready.
Here’s the deal: I’m going to wind this thing down. I want to write, and I will. Unfortunately, I’m very restricted here in what I write. I can’t say bad things or bad words. I can’t give unfavorable opinions about any aspect of this program. I simply don’t feel free to be expressive and explicit. So, I will write a couple more posts then take some time off.
I’ve enclosed a picture of myself from when I arrived at Moose Lake in November. I wish I could show you a picture of me now. The difference is substantial.
It’s been quite a journey. I can’t wait to apply the knowledge I’ve gained here out in the world. I’ve worked hard on so many levels. I am lucky to have had the opportunity to be immersed in such an intense program. It’s like Hazelden on steroids.
Thank you for reading. Feel free to ask me questions via comment or feedback or however it all works.