Sunday, Dec. 27, 2009

This has been a busy week, as my family is visiting. Tommy continues to hold his own in the gym and at the dinner table--good walking, good eating, generally good all around. As I have said so many times before, simple peace and "not too much happening" has shot to the top of my list of "good news" in the past year and a half; and therefore, I wish all of you simple peace as a baseline for 2010 and if you care to embellish on that, go for it. And, to all of you, thank you for the calls, cards, e-mails and visits over this year; we are always so happy to be in touch with you.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Lest anyone think that Tommy Long has lost his sense of humor or his, shall we say, drive, consider his response to a question this morning. It was when we were doing his morning relaxation exercise. This occurs while Tommy is still lying in bed, and it consists of me telling him to send a message from his mind's eye down to each part of his body; and the message is, "relax". We start with each arm; then the legs; then the bladder; then the intestines (aka what I call his "sh*t mine", which is to say that I ask him if he wants to tell the boys who are in there shoveling the sh*t for him if he has a message for them, to which he usually responds, "Yeah...thanks, boys; take five"); then his stomach; then the guys plucking on his vocal cords; and finally his schwaz. So this morning I asked him, "Do you have a message to send to your schwaz?" "Yeah," he said, lifting his head and looking down there. "Find a woman."