RFI - Part Two
In the hard reality of morning, the radio incident seemed like a dream. Instead, I was confronted with thoughts of my latest family crisis.
The trip to Bisbee was literally just what the doctor ordered. My family had been in counseling the last month after my oldest daughter Stacey decided that drugs would be her teenage rebellion of choice. This trip was the result of that counseling.
We had recently moved from Albuquerque to Scottsdale to get Stacey away from the bad kids at school but she managed to find a new group and now we were in deep into family rehab. Our therapist recommended that my wife and I take some time alone to regroup and discuss our family. We figured that leaving town for a weekend would give us a chance to talk about how to best help Stacey and keep our family together. So here we were, just north of the border, distracting ourselves in a sleepy ramshackle mining town.
After getting ready for the day, Kate and I drove into town and stopped for breakfast at a local joint. The order for the day was antique shopping (my wife’s favorite past-time) followed by shopping and more shopping. I figured I could use the time to take some quirky photos with my new digital camera. During meals, we would discuss the elephant in the room.
As we sat eating and chatting about Stacey, I kept thinking of the night before. I felt silly mentioning it to Kate, but it was so strange that I couldn’t just leave it alone. As I related the whole experience to her, she laughed and chalked it up to stress. It’s funny how the light of morning and a few bites of pancake can make scary things seem trivial. By the time we’d finished eating, Kate’s pragmatism and a little maple syrup had me convinced it was nothing. We tipped the waitress and set off to explore our own paths through the old mining town.
August 20th, 2008 by rob