Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Clouds roll in
as thick and heavy
as my heart
weighted down with
on gusts of fury
bending tall trees
ripping from their branches
the tender blossoms
A distant light
a small beam
Pedals lay scattered
pink and bruised
as the earth
answering the drumbeats
of the storm
pushes new life
soft and green
to greet a blue
Sunday, May 02, 2010
J.J. before the attack enjoying lunch with Sister Mary.
Nose broken, jaw wired, plates in head, 47 staples, and still swollen
J.J. is being moved to a different rehab center - I am not certain why. He is conscious and talking, but sometimes has reality warps, for example needing to go to the bank right now. His face is still swollen and misformed. He is a musician, a drummer, and he is drumming on everything he can get his hands on. Right now, because of swelling, it is impossible to tell the extent of either brain recovery or permanent facial damage. He has always been such a handsome man; I know he will still be beautiful as his sweetness will shine through. He will live through this ordeal, but with damage to his frontal lobe, his personality may be forever altered. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers.
Tuesday is his birthday.
There is a good possibility that he was attacked by skinheads, sadly enough Iraqi War veterans. Two of the four were arrested for a very similar attack on a homeless man in Cincinnati.
J.J. doesn't have any insurance. His friends will need to to plan some fundraisers. Mike and I are thinking of a benefit concert in our back yard.
My MIL, Glenna, has made a remarkable recovery. She finally got a couple of good night sleeps and felt much stronger. She was released from the hospital yesterday and is home. I hope that was a wise call on the medical profession's part. I am certain that she is very glad to haver had the opportunity to go to church today, church is such a big part of her life.
Again, thank you for your kindness and support over this past week,
Sunday, May 02, 2010
I am trying to gather my thoughts for a more serious blog, but I am still processing and coping with strong emotions. So that blog is on the back burner.
But.... for now... I often wonder why people have chosen the user names that they chose. Some are fairly clear why, but others are a mystery.
I chose mine because of my poodle, Stella, who has brought great joy to my life after a long stretch of unhappiness. Her lively, feisty, and indomitable personality is a very positive force in my life.
The name "poodle" is a derivative of the old German extraction "pudeln" which translates roughly as "to splash in water."
They actually were bred to be duck hunters (the French name is Canishe - for duck hunter), not to parade around in dog shows looking silly. Stella, would beg to differ - she likes to 'hunt' birds, herd cows, AND parade around looking silly.
So, when I signed up, I decided to use the name Pudlecrazy. It refers to two things: I'm crazy about my poodle, and my poodle is crazy.
It's a Gemini thing - everything has to be in twos.
I thought it would be fun for people to tell about why they chose their usernames. Will you share your story?
Saturday, May 01, 2010
I just found out about this:
Last Thursday night, J.J. attended a jam session in Cincinnati. Afterwards, he couldnít get his truck started so he called the Springdale police department at 3 a.m. and they came and helped him jump his car. He was fine, sober, and nothing out of order at that point.
At about 4 a.m., he called his friend, who had been helping him with rides to work. He left a message letting her know he was driving around trying to recharge his battery, but would probably need a ride to work.
At about 6 a.m., he turned up at his sisterís house beaten beyond recognition. He had no defensive wounds, and the damage was all to his face and head. They discoverd at the hospital that he had about 27 breaks in his face. They essentially took his face off and reassembled his skull with four titanium plates and wired his jaw shut. There was also some damage to the frontal lobe of his brain, and a contusion on his brain.
He has been steadily improving, is walking, talking (although his face is still swollen and his jaw is wired shut so it is hard to understand him), his memory is intact. Any brain injury requires time and patienct to determine the extend of the damage and to what degree he will recover. He was moved from the hospital to an extended care facility yesterday. They will be working to rehabilitate him. This rehab center is really awful, but with no insurance he is lucky to be in a rehab center at all.
This was certainly attempted murder. He was left for dead and if he hadnít been able to somehow make it to his sisterís house, he would be dead. He remembers breaking down agian, not far from her house. He didnít see anybody or what hit him, but the last thing he remembers is the tone of an aluminum bat. They found his truck miles away with all of the windows bashed out. The police think they got him while he was looking under the hood.
This was a random act of violence, or a hate crime. As far as I know, there are no suspects so far, but the attack follows a pattern of hate crimes that have recently occurred.
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