Just spent over an hour on the phone learning about how my younger brother and sister have all but abandoned our mother because each is in his and her own little snit over something. My youngest brother is taking care of her since she got out of the rehab facility, and he can't drive. Fortunately, her doctor is at a clinic that's just two blocks away so when she had an appointment today, he was able to take her there in a wheelchair, but he has to catch a bus to go get groceries because neither of our other siblings can be bothered to come help them do. I'm so fucking pissed, right now, if I talked to either one of those little shits, I'd make things even worse...because we wouldn't be talking for long -- we'd be screaming.
So...no writing done. Instead, I'm posting pictures to try and lessen my anger and try to settle down so I can get some sleep.
When I got to New York, I was staying in a hotel by The Meadowlands...and I got SO lost trying to do the proper looping arounds to get to it, once I got off the NJ Turnpike, I wound up back on the Turnpike and couldn't get off. I had to do an illegal U-turn at a service road to get back. I finally just got off the freeway and worked my way over to the hotel via surface streets...which was a major chore.
This is a river in the Catskills. I was en route home from NYC when I saw it. Dunno what the name of the river is, but it was lovely and the water was so clear you could see the rocks on the bottom.
Driving home, I swung through Syracuse to do some research for a story. Yes, another script nudging at me to make it into a book...and this one makes sense because no one really got it as a screenplay. We'll see how it goes.