An update to my earlier post:
- The Lexus-driving criminal who rear-ended our daughter actually damaged the car. Trunk won't open without brute force. Also, our Camry can no longer play the violin. I hope that monster in the Lexus is satisfied with the shattered lives she's left in her wake.
- My son has been moved into a different algebra class. I'm confident this is all it will take to make him Sterling Scholar in Mathematics.
- A bunch of wonderful people have emerged from the woodwork, asking for opportunities to help with the Matthew Blanchard Foundation. And none of it involves babysitting or bringing meals.
- We've made our peace with the possibility that Jake won't get credit for seminary this year. Or that he'll have to do truckloads of makeup work. Considering that I flunked my last quarter of seminary and was able to earn the credit anyway by singing a 2-minute song at a teachers' meeting the following fall, I guess I shouldn't be surprised at how OK I am with this situation.
Me and my Bag o' Chemical Delights, courtesy of my drug-dealer, er, I mean, Primary Care Physician.