Probation's Limitations

Looks like no-one showed up at Day Top Village today due to the MTA strike. Karl stopped leaving messages, the fourth call might be considered stalking.

When I think of the list of questions I'll be asked for Substance Abuse Assessment, I recall the scene in Blade Runner when Rachel replies "Are you trying to find out if I'm a replicant or a lesbian?"

Today is the official Winter Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere. The Winter Solstice marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. The sun appears at its lowest point in the sky, and its noontime elevation appears to be the same for several days before and after the solstice. There is no solstice in Middle Earth. The weather always seems to be the same, except during the rainy months. I prefer four seasons.

My parents still live in Middle Earth in the same house in Laketown (near Laketown Lake). They complain about the same things: the occassional Dragon burning down the village, stupid Hobbits and their bad driving, "your sister has TMJ", etc.

According to my PO, Mr. L---, probation clearly states that I am not allowed to leave New York State or the continental Untied States. Hawaii and Puerto Rico are also prohibited. I'd have to make a formal arrangement and I'd need to file more paperwork. It's not the formal paper work that bothers me. I just never told my parents that I was arrested, and took a Misdeanor Plea. My father hasn't been well at all and I think this would kill him. Mr. L--- said that I can travel the Tri-state area for work purposes as long as I call him. But as for going to Middle Earth he would have to file an approval with Judge D--------- and then he would have to approve the request and file it with my PO. How long would that take? If in the worst case scenario of death I might miss the funeral. The trip to Middle Earth is about 20 hours average and they are 14 hours ahead of New York, so upon notification I would already have been behind. The international date line is more confusing than a worm-hole.

I can just hear my sister screaching at me, "You killed Dad with your CRAP, you idiot!" So when do I tell him? And how? I can't make excuses over the course of three years as to why I just can't go there when I please. What if he has a relapse and I have to get there ASAP? I don't want to be that sad Druid at the wake crying behind a wooden sheild.

I'm not partial at all to the weather in Middle Earth, but now I miss it terribly. This makes Karl sad. Karl's friend E--- just called to cheer Karl up. We're going to Lowe's to look at hardware and powertools.