Christmas road trip plus

 Christmas was lookin’ kinda… doesn’t seem to fit… kinda dead.  Anyway, I had no plans for Saturday.  There is no Christmas in this apartment.  No tree (I never buy christmas trees.  Well, I did once, in 1984, for my brother, but I’ve never bought a tree for myself).  (20 bucks up the street at the Boy Scouts lot)

I’ve gotten only three cards this year… but I haven’t sent out any myself.  I didn’t have any extra money.

I don’t suppose this will be a "bad" Christmas… but it is looking to be sorta flat.

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Well, I am doing something I’ve never done for Christmas this year.

I’m going to prison.

Ok, sorry about that – I couldn’t resist.

Me an’ my friend A are going to Aumsville to see his kid, who is in a prison down there.

Last week, a rare tornado hit downtown Aumsville, but that’s a few miles from the kid’s prison, and he’s alright.

I’ve never been to a prison on Christmas day before.  A says that it has to be "just another day" for the inmates – he went to prison in Texas, so he knows a bit more about it than I do.  He asked me yesterday if I could drive him down to see his son for Christmas Day.  I don’t have no plans myself – it’s "just another day" for me too, so what the hell.  Traffic will be light – we’re leaving here at 6:30 am.

For some reason, everytime I try to reply to a note, the server goes down and gives me an "Unable to display this page" and the note goes "pooof".

The kid is in prison because he and another idiot thought it would be a thrill to rob a couple of banks.  The story changes as time goes by, but someone talked too much to someone who turned them or him in and it’s been a partial fucntion of mine to drive my friend to the hearings and the sentencing, and 3 or 4 visits to various prisons as the kids gets transferred here and there.  The drive down to Lane County Courthouse, where the hearings and sentencing were was about 2 hours each way, but Aumsville is about 50 minutes from Oregon city, where A lives now.

The Feds declared the area where he was living a Flood Zone and he had to move out.  He got a check for his troubles, but he doesn’t have a driver’s license right now (another story), so I’ve been his chauffer for going on a couple of years now.  I like to drive, and I have a wonderful car, and I love it and I will sooo cry if I have to give it up, getting fired and denied on unemployment and

well.  In deep now.  Got a roof over my head and food on the table and more if/when I want it, so I fucking BCW.  It could be worse.

I don’t particularly want to find out if that’s true myself, but thinking that gets me by, and besides, 12 and a half years ago, I was in a coma and no one knew how that would turn out either.  I had to re-learn so much to be where I am now, and this, apparently, is part of the learning process.

A’s daughter and her family are coming to stay over for the Christmas holiday, so he’ll be ready to get out for awhile – her three kids are WILD.  (personally, I might go say hello, but wild kids?  And I can’t hit ’em?  I mean, umm, discipline the little hellions).

LOL.  They are pretty wild – the parents are raising them "naturally" and "home schooling" them.

Yeah, well, I could write about that and what I think, but we’ll save that for another day.

Some people do home schooling with dedication and expertise and they have wonderful, smart, intelligent kids who get along with otheres very well.  Some home schoolers are not like that at all.  That is the case here.  I could write about that, but I won’t here, now.

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I don’t know how much longer I’ll be keeping the car – or, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep it, so I’m taking the opportunity to drive my black beauty while I can.

Onwards.  Things will work out some way or another and I will adapt to the new situation.

I might pray about it too.

(yeah, I will)

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