Flamboyant Mourning

I've been slacking in my writing again. I don't know how the days keep escaping from me. I don't feel as though I've accomplished a lot in the past few days which would keep me from writing. Yesterday we met my parents to celebrate Mother's Day. While there, my parents talked about the tenant living in our former house and how terrible he is. Whenever they talk about him, I struggle to continue feeling that every person is inherently good and deserving of forgiveness. He has caused my parents distress and is robbing us in his refusal to pay for his rent or utility bills. The kindness my parents showed him is being repaid with stress and regret. There isn't a lot I can do to help the situation living in another state. I am concerned about the effect these incidents have on my father's health.
I think this man's actions are a result of mental illness and his upbringing. He has learned he can get by without working and by manipulating people. I want to both harm him by evicting him, leaving him homeless, and understand his humanity and work with him to help him take responsibility for his actions. I've never met him. I am hoping my parents will give me his phone number so I can converse with him. He seems to be unable to make the connection between cause and effect. The cause being his inability to pay rent and the effect being the eviction.
The financial burden he is placing on us is a strain. Selfishly, I wanted the house to sell and this issue to resolve so my parents would help us out financially this summer. Instead I may end up working. We will be fine if I don't find work, but it will mean making some tough decisions. I've spoken to a temp agency and there is a possibility I will find something in town just for the summer.
I organized a book club with some friends of mine and it is not coming together as I had planned. Everyone has different schedules this summer and I haven't been able to find a time we can all agree on. To make matters worse, no one is responding to me via email. Now that school is over, I don't see people regularly enough to get it straightened out in person. Hopefully the next meetings will go well and I'll be able to learn some things over the summer.
My title comes from Precarious Life by Judith Butler. The reviews state that of her works, this is the most accessible. I struggled with two of the chapters and hope through discussion they will make more sense and I can apply what I've learned. I had forgotten the feeling U.S.ers had after 9/11 and the rush to attack anyone who dissented. It was enlightening to enter that time period again through the book. The part that confused me was Foucault's notion of sovereignty vs. governmentality.
Tomorrow, or rather later today, I need to enter my grades. I will also start reading our next book club book, work on a paper I want to publish, and go to the dentist. I should also get some cleaning done and do laundry. Despite being up so late, I should try to get up at a decent time instead of sleeping until 10 a.m.