Hello, Benjamin from Brothers Campfire here!
Last night, I provided security for deaf interpreters for a Toastmasters meeting in the prison.
It may also be known as a Gavel club, but I didn’t do my homework prior to typing. There are quite a few programs I work with.
The notable point is that we have deaf offenders speaking through interpreter on a semi public forum. It was pretty neat.
Prisons are hard for those that live there and those that work there. Sometimes , it is difficult to invest in the success of some of the darkest aspects of humanity.
The investment is necessary; these individuals are scheduled to be our nextdoor neighbors if the sentencing isnt for keeps.
I have personal opinions about sentencing, but they will have to wait until I retire to post in public. For now, I work within a system.
As I sit here sipping Folgers Dark Silk, it is hard to wake up fully. It was a long day yesterday and I couldn’t sleep past 0445 hours. The internal clock has a memory.
I will have to remember that I have an appointment tomorrow to chop down a dead lilac bush in exchange for a chainsaw, sight unseen, model unknown. This should be interesting.
It is an elderly couple, and if they decide to keep their tools, I am perfectly ok with it, but I wont turn down tools if they are practically being given away.
Last month, I gave away my lunch breaks to the Colorado Department of Corrections unwittingly. I was under the impression that I was getting paid to work through them and was informed otherwise. I like to choose the “free” work I do.
So, taxpayers everywhere, enjoy the 20-23 hours I donated. I did it for you, the public.
Well, that is all for now. Bleary eyed and frustrated, I will catch up with as many of your blogs as I can. I appreciate you all!