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Friday, March 28, 2008
So far so good. I picked up my rental Jetta today, and then went to the body shop where my car is. Where my car is now, anyway. I was so out of it Wednesday night that I didn't bother to find out details like who was towing my car and where. I had to call the police dept. and have them look it up. I somehow managed to do this without saying, "Dude, where's my car?"
The good news is, unless there are big surprises when they take the car apart, it's not likely to be totaled. They're guessing about $8k in damage. So I'm hopeful.
I'm still hurting, so I am going to the dr this afternoon. My neck and shoulders and arms hurt, so I can't even use all of this down time for knitting.
Last night I was coming back from knitting @ the yarn shop, and some jackhole ran a red light. Unfortunately, I was in the way.
(my camera phone doesn't have a night setting, and my hand was shaking)
I'm basically fine, although I'm really sore and a bit out of it today.
I don't know if there's hope for my car or not. I guess I'll know more in a few days. I do not relish the idea of car shopping again.
I'm glad that Isaac was home and safely tucked into his bed when it happened. Rita and I left the yarn shop at the same time, so I called her and had her come to my house so Dennis could come get me. I was so happy to see him, and I smooched Ike really hard when he woke up.
The Sunnyvale police were great, and I was home about half an hour after the accident, and they were loading my car on a flatbed tow truck (Nathan probably could tell me exactly what kind of tow truck, and identify all of the driver's tools). The other driver tried to say that he had the green light, but there were multiple witnesses so...not so much, dude.
I have to get a new car seat for Ike, since the old one is dead to me after being in the accident. I had a Roundabout in there, but right after I bought it, Britax put out the Diplomat, which is made for smaller cars and seems to have more side protection. So I want to check that one out as a possible replacement. And that is my contribution to the endless stream of car seat mindfuckery that is the internet. Seriously, if you want to see people get all het up about something, go to a mommy board and ask what the best car seat is. It's like throwing chum to sharks.
Rita reminded me that now would be a good time to repost last year's Easter photo. Isaac rules over his rabbit army with an iron fist.
He loves watching the videos of himself that I just posted; he smiles and laughs and smacks the laptop screen. I tried showing him some of his older ones, but he wasn't interested. He just wants to see the big guy crawl or throw food. Hello, YouTube generation.
I went to the Easter Vigil last night. I love that service so much, huddling in the dark with candles through the story of salvation, until the moment of the resurrection. It's beautiful and solemn and yet, because it's an annual service that doesn't follow the usual pattern, it's always a bit ragged around the edges. Something will go wrong. Maybe there's no reading light for the lectors or the wrong psalm is started or something is off in the bulletin and everyone flails for a second. The human factor is always there, and I love it for that. Easter morning can feel a bit theatrical, but the vigil is real and slightly messy.
Leigh, Ryan and Nathan joined me and Ike for a farmer's market walk on Saturday. Isaac liked his first taste of real strawberry at the market, but has been less enthusiastic about them since then. Oh well, more ridiculously expensive organic hand-polished strawberries for mama. The farmer's market is such a good toddler outing; lots to look at, plenty of things to sample, dogs to smile at, and the stroller provides cargo space for giant bags of kettle korn. Awesome.
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