Some day we'll laugh

But not yet.
Although it was a swell weekend around here, with Shari Beaubien visiting lucky me while she did her 3 day teaching gig at The Creative Underground, we had a little bad news Sunday - def. not the worst, but enough to shake one out of a reverie. There was a Moonlight Race (bicycle) in Denver Saturday night and our daughter Corina was riding on tires which were a tad overinflated, hit something (not another rider) and went down on her face. She did have her helmet on, but it did not save her chin, jaw or teeth. She has a wide swath of stitches and a bunch of messy (knocked around) teeth, but it looks like probably "only" bruised, not broken jaw, thank God.
She spent HOURS at Denver General; she was prioritized below the gunshot and stab peeps. The irony is she was supposed to have been taken to St. Anthony's but was too out of it in the ambulance to stand up for her rights. And Brent, her sweetie, was not in the ambulance with her to advocate. Ergh. She goes in to see the oral surgeon late this afternoon, after trying to deal with insurance issues this morning, being unable to eat anything, and with extremely low blood sugar and having taken pain medication which has done nothing for her state of mind. I know she's worried over missing work, too. Corina NEVER cries, she didn't cry when she got her ears pierced when she turned 5, or any of the times she has broken her arm - you get the picture - but she was crying so hard when I talked to her this morning and from 50 miles away, I am feeling more than a little impotent. If it weren't for Dante & Sebastian being here, I would just go down and stay with her for a couple of days. This is why one's totally grown up children should NOT MOVE AWAY from the town in which their parents live!