{"id":2048,"date":"2023-02-09T18:56:42","date_gmt":"2023-02-09T18:56:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/?p=2048"},"modified":"2023-02-09T19:08:32","modified_gmt":"2023-02-09T19:08:32","slug":"a-day-in-the-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/?p=2048","title":{"rendered":"A Day in the Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/afs-2023-0203-2023-020901-scaled.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-2049\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/afs-2023-0203-2023-020901-1024x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"840\" height=\"840\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/afs-2023-0203-2023-020901-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/afs-2023-0203-2023-020901-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/afs-2023-0203-2023-020901-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/afs-2023-0203-2023-020901-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/afs-2023-0203-2023-020901-1536x1536.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/afs-2023-0203-2023-020901-2048x2048.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/www.artfoodsoul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/02\/afs-2023-0203-2023-020901-1200x1200.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 1362px) 62vw, 840px\" \/><\/a>Yesterday was a long day as we took an unexpected road trip to Southern NH. We avoid any travel through and around Boston especially, because basically the sprawl continues to creep. Ever further, bringing with it more waves of vehicles, including trucks of all sizes and kinds (the heavy equipment trucks are the scariest because who knows how much training the drivers even get, what with the CDL Driver shortage, and the rush to \u201cget it done.\u201d), literally blowing by us when we ourselves are admittedly already over the speed limit at 70-80mph. LOL, and if you saw the state of the roads, and the crumbling bridges you hold your breath on, and under, you wonder why in the name of heaven would there be talk of building more roads, new exits and so on, when we don\u2019t even maintain what we have. No, travel in most of Massachusetts, and anyplace \u201cprogress\u201d continues to encroach, is no longer an enjoyable pursuit like the old \u201cSunday drive.\u201d Not much country left here in this state, and the bits that are left still see their share of amped up, impatient drivers blasting through a \u201cshortcut\u201d to another place. And, while it wasn\u2019t rush hour, man, I tell ya, a road trip through and around Boston to go out of state to pick up your son after you bail him out of jail makes for one hair-raising kind of day. Huh, and that\u2019s just the state of our roads. On my son\u2019s most recent manic \u201cadventure\u201d last Labor Day weekend, he drove cross-country to California in a jalopy of a truck we truly believed wouldn\u2019t make it, but did; and wandered the streets of L.A. for the better part of a month trying to get said truck back from the company that had towed it, while borrowing money to get by until he received his October check, at which time he rented a U-haul van and drove back home. It was a relief to know he was finally safe, even if it was just his RV in the woods. But where we live and its lack of public transportation, you really do need a car, especially if you live in the woods, and all this time we\u2019ve been thinking he\u2019s either borrowing a friend\u2019s vehicle, or must\u2019ve found another wreck to fix up, he\u2019s been driving the frickin\u2019 U-haul, with the idea he\u2019d return it at some point. <img decoding=\"async\" class=\"an1\" src=\"https:\/\/fonts.gstatic.com\/s\/e\/notoemoji\/15.0\/1f644\/72.png\" alt=\"&#x1f644;\" data-emoji=\"&#x1f644;\" aria-label=\"&#x1f644;\" \/>\u00a0This is the reality of living with mental illness, whether your own, or a beloved family member\u2019s, in this case both. I\u2019m fortunate in that I\u2019ve had lifelong insight, recognition and acceptance of my own. My son does not. Doesn\u2019t recognize when he\u2019s manic and delusional. Bipolar Disorder with Psychosis. Why couldn\u2019t it just be plain old Major Depressive Disorder? At least it wouldn\u2019t get him in so much trouble. So many of those who suffer from mental illness end up in the criminal justice system, and that in itself is a crime. Between the harrowing ride up to NH, our first hour locked in a cinder block cell-like waiting room, cell phones forbidden, no public rest rooms (we asked); finally asking if we could sit in our car (ring buzzer, speak through intercom, hope for prompt response \u2014 staff were polite and relatively prompt, I\u2019ll give them that) because we were wearing our coats and still freezing in there, our dog was in the car, and at least we\u2019d be somewhat comfortable while we waited another two hours for the one Bail Commissioner who travels the State posting bail for others to finish work elsewhere, as well as eat his lunch, before we were finally able to return home \u2014 during metro-Boston rush hour.\u00a0 It was a punishing day all-around, and a welcome relief to get home. Just another one of those days, not uncommon in the span of my lifetime so far.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday was a long day as we took an unexpected road trip to Southern NH. We avoid any travel through and around Boston especially, because basically the sprawl continues to creep. 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