It’s another sunny day. A “delightful day”, says the weatherlady. Aside from some chores and #selfcaresaturday, I don’t have any plans for the weekend. Now that we know for certain that Shawshank is leaving, I want to to pack up some of the leftover clothing. I also want to go do a workout, just to get out of my head for a while.
There’s a lot of things I want to do, if only I could get off the couch.
I hope that the lawn guys show up over the weekend instead of on Monday, because my lawn is looking ridiculous. My lawn was scheduled for Tuesday or Wednesday, but the team cancelled. They said it was due to equipment problems. It was rescheduled for “Friday to Monday”. I received a message yesterday to let me know they were here. However, I received another message saying they could no longer service the property roughly 30 minutes later. I wouldn’t be so annoyed if this was the first time. Unfortunately, they also delayed things before my first scheduled mow two weeks ago. On top of the first delay, they also did a shit job. Maybe the new crew will be better.
Poor Shawshank.
Shawshank called two more times after the morning call when he told me they cancelled his trip. From what his ICE caseworker told him, there’s a holdup between ICE and the Canadian consulate. In order for him to travel, ICE needs his birth certificate. I had sent his birth certificate and some case information to the Canadian consulate a few weeks ago. Currently, the birth certificate is in transit between the two, and that’s the root of the delay.
I can’t imagine how Shawshank‘s feeling. I mean, first they spring his departure on him. We hadn’t expected it, we thought I was still dealing with the Canadian consulate. He was waiting for replies to my questions before he made a decision on how to leave. Stupid us, thinking Shawshank actually had any input.
So, they tell him he has less than 24 hours to prepare to leave. Since he thinks he’ll be out, he gives away everything he can’t take with him: snacks, toiletries, and his plastic cups and bowls. I lose 2.5 hours of work to bring his bag to a Homeland Security office in the next state over. He tried to sleep, but was up three hours early out of nervousness. Eventually, one of the C.O.s said the border drop was cancelled because they don’t have Shawshank‘s birth certificate. Now, he thinks he won’t actually leave until Tuesday or Wednesday.
Most of the guys he had given his things to were nice enough to give most of it back. He has a late lock-in tonight, so he can call twice. Maybe he’ll have more information, or maybe we’ll just bitch about government agencies. Unfortunately, they don’t plan on opening up visitation until after he leaves, which really sucks.
