The house made it through the crazy winds today. That made me pretty happy to see. One bit of siding popped out of its track but that’s all. I’ll still need to climb the ladder and fix some siding, it’s better than fixing the whole side of the house.
I was pretty worried about Shawshank before we talked last night. He’s not doing so hot. His anxiety is getting the better of him a lot of the time. Between the stress of not knowing what’s happening, and his own personal brand of crazy, he’s pretty down. Sunday night, he told me how he’s been in there for so long his mind is playing tricks on him. I imagine that’s awful, simply because he has no one to talk to. He won’t talk to anyone, his biggest fear is being “back in the bad place” – the isolation and observation rooms for those who are on suicide watch. The eleven days he spent in there after his first arrest was more than enough.
He was better today.
As good as one can be in that situation.
I received the letter with the forms he needs sent to the consulate. Sadly, it was NOT a booklet entitled “So you’re a Canadian citizen in a foreign prison”. I looked into some of what happens when he crosses the border. It looks like his legal issues might continue up there, and his probation will follow him across the border.
I know he’s worried about what court and beyond. I’ll fill out the form and send it in. However, I won’t offer up much more information on what might happen just yet. Had I known about what was going on, I probably would have chosen a different book to send to him.
Maybe a 400-page panic attack was a bad choice.
I plan on checking the boxes of books I found in the Pink Room. If my copy of House of Leaves hasn’t been donated yet, maybe we’ll do a book club.
