I have great reason to celebrate – the scans all came back clean and I am cancer free, at least for the moment, and I passed my 75th birthday! Is this the point a woman does not mind disclosing her age? For me, most certainly. I am delighted to be 75.I gathered some close friends, including my grand daughter Hope, and took them all to brunch at the Grand Concourse Restaurant – one of the grandest buildings in town, it once was a railroad station with vaulted ceilings and stained glass. And the brunch is sumptuous! I don’t eat the way I used to, but imagine, lox galore! Donuts straight from the lard, just like my grandma used to make. (OK, grandma used lard, they probably use something a little healthier). Rare roast beef, bacon, omelets to order and waffles with many toppings. I could go on and on, just as we ate on and on.
And then, more reason to celebrate, I finally got a laptop. A lenovo, identical to Larry’s, so that if it develops any quirks – as mine usually do – he will be able to untangle it. I can use it sitting on my sofa, I can take it on trips, I can exchange files with my Mac. The only thing it can’t do is video, I’ll have to wait until I get the Mac repaired to go back to editing.Of course, my friend Clem couldn’t resist claiming it for his own. Fat chance!
And finally, a thumb of the nose at mortality. Every year I am able, I shamble at the Zombie walk at Monroeville Mall. Zombies, I feel, are as much victim as menace; how else do you get more vampires. And the crowd grows every year.Am I the oldest zombie shambling along? I am the only one carrying her own oxygen (it was labeled “Swamp Gas” – more likely sustenance for a zombie than oxygen.