Tiny letters

I got another tiny letter from Johnboy yesterday. Not a short letter as it was 2 1/2 pages long but 2 1/2 pages of teeny tiny words. Honestly his handwriting is so small that I need to get the magnifying glass because my new contacts, which are very fine indeed, can't make out the sometimes minuscule words. Even cheaters don't help much.

I had written him a very long letter last week. I'm a little behind as we had the Christmas crazies here, went to see his momma and sister after Christmas, my father was paralyzed (but is feeling much better now) and then try to catch up with work and end of year stuff. I'd come home stripped of every resemblance of energy and have a bowl of cereal for dinner if there was milk or eggs and toast if there was eggs and bread. So I had to share all that stuff and answer a bunch of questions that my dad has been neglecting to answer. I apologized for not writing sooner and I felt really bad about it. He's getting a little stir crazy in there and these letters mean more to him than I can ever imagine.

Back to his letter, this new one, where he mentions how he agonized about not hearing from me. (guilt, guilt, guilt) And he says in the cutest way how he decided to wait just one more day before writing to me and then ho ho, there's my letter! He tells me he's making a boat. A boat!!! He's making a boat? He says he's trying to build a wooden ship for gpa's birthday coming up. He's never made one before and has been scouring the library for a book where he can see a picture of a top deck of ship so he can figure out where the sails go. They don't make things easy for him in there he says, he was denied hobby craft because he refused to take a manditory class that he never new about. (so he says, lets face it, he's a kid, a typical kid) So he has to buy popsicle sticks from an innie that is approved.

He gets a small amount of popsicle sticks and then cuts with fingernail clipers He's made the bottom of the boat so far and has stained it with coffee and nicely finished with semi gloss floor wax. 'Looks damb good if you ask me.' (just like that! damb! isn't that cute?) He then explains how lucky he got last week as rumers of searches quickly circulate. He stashed his boat and all supplies in an approved inmates locker just in time. The next day his locker got tossed and he would have lost all his supplies and the boat. It's about this time that I'm thinking why is he writing me this. All his mail is gone through and read, isn't it? Wont they read this and figure out what he's doing?

Maybe they don't read all his mail. And maybe that explains the teeny tiny writing. It may just be to much trouble to decipher those bitty letters.