Huh.
So yesterday was 12 years since Dad's been gone. I took off work for that because some years it's not really a thing and some years I'm over here crying like it just happened and you never know which kind of year it'll be until it's over. This year was just numb. I'm not sure if it was just not wanting to dwell or because of the still feeling sick (you ever cough so much your eyes hurt? Mmm. Do not recommend, especially during allergy season's kickoff) or what. It was definitely more of a quick to anger year, I think, because lots of little things are annoying the absolute SHIT out of me.
Rational side of my brain's like, "hey, chill out. It's fine. _insert rational thought here, usually involving me not being the center of the universe_."
Rest of my brain: "Fuck you, too, asshole. Don't tell me to chill out."
Yeah, getting pissed off at myself is not helpful either. I wound up being awake for a good chunk of yesterday, which wasn't really the plan, trying to sleep for Thursday in an attempt to feel better (feeling better for Friday worked but wore off for today), and then spent today awake early and then my nap turned into "several hours later..." Which wasn't ideal. Also not ideal: I wanted to spend some time outside. Spring has cranked pollen production WAY up to the point that the pollen is in MOUNDS. It's just gross.
So I need something to distract me because the Murdaugh thing ended. Love that the judge wasted NO time in issuing sentencing, but that really didn't surprise me given he had the look of someone who knew exactly what he was going to say during the verdict announcement.
Back to papa. One of my more prominent memories of him is how when he would take a walk around the neighborhood, you'd find the neighborhood cats kind of following him. I was super envious of this because a) it was cool and b) this included the cats who didn't give a fuck about anyone else, sometimes including their owners.
Yesterday I went out to check the mail and when I paused to take a picture of the pollen in the road, the ducks literally ran to me. I'm sure it's because the guy across the parking lot feeds them and they've gotten a little too used to people feeding them, but it still felt nice to have them flock (...dad jokes) to me. Then, when the last one was coming across the road, a car was coming and I winced but the driver very carefully let the duck cross. Older dude and I chatted and he ended with, "they really like you. Have you always been good with animals?" and while I am absolutely not, it felt nice, especially yesterday.
Rational side of my brain's like, "hey, chill out. It's fine. _insert rational thought here, usually involving me not being the center of the universe_."
Rest of my brain: "Fuck you, too, asshole. Don't tell me to chill out."
Yeah, getting pissed off at myself is not helpful either. I wound up being awake for a good chunk of yesterday, which wasn't really the plan, trying to sleep for Thursday in an attempt to feel better (feeling better for Friday worked but wore off for today), and then spent today awake early and then my nap turned into "several hours later..." Which wasn't ideal. Also not ideal: I wanted to spend some time outside. Spring has cranked pollen production WAY up to the point that the pollen is in MOUNDS. It's just gross.
So I need something to distract me because the Murdaugh thing ended. Love that the judge wasted NO time in issuing sentencing, but that really didn't surprise me given he had the look of someone who knew exactly what he was going to say during the verdict announcement.
Back to papa. One of my more prominent memories of him is how when he would take a walk around the neighborhood, you'd find the neighborhood cats kind of following him. I was super envious of this because a) it was cool and b) this included the cats who didn't give a fuck about anyone else, sometimes including their owners.
Yesterday I went out to check the mail and when I paused to take a picture of the pollen in the road, the ducks literally ran to me. I'm sure it's because the guy across the parking lot feeds them and they've gotten a little too used to people feeding them, but it still felt nice to have them flock (...dad jokes) to me. Then, when the last one was coming across the road, a car was coming and I winced but the driver very carefully let the duck cross. Older dude and I chatted and he ended with, "they really like you. Have you always been good with animals?" and while I am absolutely not, it felt nice, especially yesterday.
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Aww! Must be something about dads, calling the animals. Or maybe ours are just fab. ;)
Pollen is so thick I think we could make little pollen men instead of snowmen. Not that I would, but I think we could.
The joys of it being semi-local meant that I couldn't go a day after a certain point without it being front page news. Definitely once the trial started and I still remember when news broke about their murders and his "shooting" and how quickly it went from, "is this family cursed?" to "Yes. Because he's a POS."
I watched the Netflix special on my normal weekend last week and it's pretty good if you want more time spent on the boating accident that sparked it all off big time. I think the other one I watched was the Investigation Discovery one which is how I first heard of the other deaths linked to the family. Haven't watched any of the others because there's a limit and I worry any of the newer ones might linger on things I don't need to imagine.
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- Mallory Beach was the girl killed in the boating accident that was originally touted as a reason someone might've killed Paul/Maggie. She's the one you'll hear about most in the Netflix/ID stuff already done.
- Stephen Smith is the openly gay teenager who was found dead in the middle of the road, obviously not hit by a car, and whose death may or may not be connected to Buster/Paul. His case has been reopened but it was initially hindered a lot by the Murdaugh connections.
- Gloria Satterfield was the family housekeeper for decades and possibly the only decent parental figure in the mix. She died after a fall at the family home but given the fact that AM lied about being there and stole the money from her sons after the insurance lawsuit payout, it's a little suspicious at best. Lots of speculation.
I swear there's another death but I don't think it's "wait, did they have something to do with the actual death" type.