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Jun 17, 2011 00:03

Cori totalled the grey car today.  She's ok, the people she was in the accident with were ok, but it ended up being quite a crazy day.

I couldn't help.  I think that's what gets me the most.

Dad sprinted out from the basement, out of the house, got to the scene and went with her to Emergency (basically just to check up, but it took a good 5 hours.  Good that they could triage her out for more important stuff, mindnumbing for us).

I ended up driving around a neighbor (who Cori usually takes to gymnastics) and Robert (because evidently all HS sports have to have a baseline for concussions, now?  What's the water going to do, rise up and bite you?*).  Robert and I made dinner.

I don't know.  I've been doing job applications (and not focusing nearly enough on them) and watching tv (and finding it insipid) and to top it all off, Philly did a "here's the budget for the new school year, it's half of what you wanted, oops" on the news, which got to me for some reason.  So that's here, if you're interested.  But yeah, a little shaken.

(Also, a friend just pointed me towards this blog, which has some entertaining topic choices.  To which my question is: why do I, you, we obsess over what happened in the past?  Why do we want to know all of it, and overanalyze it, and be able to come to some sort of a conclusion?  Is it a 'just human nature' thing?  Do we really think we'll come to a conclusion?  I do, I suppose.  I love conclusions coming out of fog and chaos and confusion.)

*This does make sense for diving, actually.  But swimmers aren't far enough out of the water to really injure themselves that way, barring tripping and falling on deck.  Face + concrete would probably = concussion 
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