Philly Winter Birthday

Congratulations to my on-line friend Jean, on her new baby boy. Jean is the only person who answers my blog and I never know if she finds my messages back to her. A baby is a big deal, so she at least deserves a mention. Way to go Jean!
I'm happily sitting in my disheveled computer room; the kitten is playing at my feet and Moon kitten is inspecting or something. It's quiet and I'm grateful. Maybe life will begin to gradually get back to normal. This was my birthday weekend and the winter has begun. Walking down our icy cement steps this evening to go to dinner sucked; being in the North most of the time from November through March is living in an undefrosted freezer. Immediately after the hurricane damage is swept away and the electricity comes back on, I'd like to leave for Florida, land of wall-to-wall malls. We have a lot of great family there otherwise my feet would never walk on that filled in swamp.
Philly is a great city, not overlarge, but big enough and close enough to New York to be desirable. We have great mayor who used to be a nasty cheatin' guy, and a bunch of old politicos right out of 1955. The 1970s--they were the real 1960s--never hit South Philly or the Polish and Irish folks near the river. Those neighborhoods and the 50s are mostly where our lawmakers hail from, except for the Philly Afro-American politicians who don't have fond memories of that period. Maybe getting one's head bashed by a cop for sitting on the porch wasn't fun.
I hated the 50s because I was a kid and wasn't allowed my own thoughts, feelings, or shoes without laces. The 60s weren't so hot either; I was married with Honey, but all I did was fight with Harry and get my hair done. I also used to paint all night and send Honey out to play during the day. But the 70s were my time to shine. I won a full-paid scholarship to the Pa. Academy of Fine Arts and loved the place; I started the rest of my life. My real life. The best part. My memory is I think sifting out the bad stuff, but that's the good part of either: lupus, dementia, or growing older. I don't care; I'm happier and don't have a choice anyway.
So this was my birthday weekend and I spent it with my family. It's trite to say how much I love them but I do. And I feel blessed because I truly am. I had a very good time.