I took the day off yesterday to recharge. I knew that I was becoming mentally fried when things were in my head I had successfully blocked out for several months, and the frustrating thoughts were growing like weeds. Since I was going to leave early yesterday because I needed to pick my sister up from the airport, I told Boss that I’m just going to take the whole day off. I’m glad I did: while I’m still weary, my spirits are better today.
Reading the paper this morning, this ugly situation has reared it’s ugly head again. The police are in a no-win situation with this very public event, and the family seems to have washed their hands of any responsibility at all for this matter. Who in their right mind lets a severely disturbed addict travel alone? They apparently didn’t give a damn while this poor woman was alive, so why in the hell do they suddenly care now that she’s tragically dead?
The Repulsive lists with a overlay of awe that poor Carol’s family is powerful with the unions and New York politics (they’re easily impressed in that newsroom). As we used to say in junior high, “BFD”, or Big Fucking Deal. All the money and all the power in the world did not and could not help her addicition problems and mental health issues. All of that shit doesn’t mean a thing if you can’t even bother to help your own family.
Why wasn’t someone traveling with her? They could have paid to have someone accompany her.
But think about this: they sent her from the East Coast to Tucson (fucking Tucson, for God’s sake!) for rehab. Why didn’t they send her to something closer? They can fucking afford Betty Ford or a million other high dollar facilities, but they sent her to a rinky dink place out here? You have to wonder why; I do.
Out of sight, out of mind?
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It was a luxurious morning to take an hour’s hike through Papago yesterday morning. No hurry, no worry, and I could pick the path I wanted to take. I have to say that the City of Phoenix has done a nice job of cleaning up the place–a couple of years ago, the vagrants and other interesting elements had moved in, and it wasn’t a comfortable place for a lone fat woman to do her walk. They’ve cleaned up the trails, pushed the scary element out, and it’s a pleasure once more to send my brain somewhere else and just cruise.
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My sister came in from California; I picked her and my nephew up. I had the nicest time with them in forever since the brothers weren’t there. She’s suitable pissed at the male element in the family; I have ceased to care. It doesn’t really matter. They can have the stupid, childish, selfish, misogynistic bullshit.
It’s almost Friday, praise God.
Dad was happily surprised that she and his grandson were there, and happy to have both of his girls with him at dinner last night.
