September 5

So far its been a long, boring weekend.  The highlight of my day was reading the Sunday Herald.  Although it’s boring here, I remember being just as bored sitting around the house in Souris.  If I had a choice between being in jail and spending a winter in Souris … well, I’d have to think long and hard about it.

I’m looking forward to going to medium now just for a change of pace.  As of tomorrow, I’ll have thirteen weeks left, if everything goes well at the parole hearing on Wednesday

September 6

The guards brought in 3 newspapers today (a holiday) so I was quite pleased about that.  That kept me busy for a while … I got in touch with Ann this afternoon.  She says she’ll come out to see me on Thursday.  She has some new painkillers that I’d like to try.  I hope she shows up …

Jim and I talked about crime for a while outside.  Everything’s looking good …

I wrote letters to [my son, daughter], and [Pauline] today, also to the Nurses Association and to Jolene as well.  I was talking to her in church and she’s thinking that she’ll get time served.  But I think she’s going to be disappointed.  Life is not always “a bed of roses” as the German woman in church said tonight …

September 7

I heard tonight that my phone calls are being monitored by order of the Crown!  The fucking bastards will never leave me alone.  I hope this information is used by the Parole Board or I won’t be getting out till March.  That’s what I’m expecting now.  We’ve got a leak or a loose [informant] lint? somewhere … must be careful.  Just when things were looking so good it all gets fucked up.  I’ll be under surveillance from the minute I get out of here …

I thought I’d be moved to medium today.  I don’t know what the fuck is going on with that.  Nothing makes sense around here … tomorrow is when I will find out my release date, at my parole hearing.  Dad is coming in.  Hopefully between the two of us we can talk some sense into them.