I am grateful for my lucky life.  But today I want to tell YOU, my amazing blog readers, how grateful I am for you.  You understand how stressful moving is, and your good wishes have been pouring in. 

At this moment, I am down to a few remaining boxes, and once I remember where I too hastily put everything, I’ll be fine.  One thing I know from previous moves is that things put away with the plan to find a better place for them rarely move from their first location. 

So it goes…

80-something followers may recall that in November. 2024, my condo building was found to be unsafe because of inferior construction decades ago.  We residents had four weeks to vacate.

With so little time to look, I moved to a “temporary” apartment where I stayed for eight months.  And then I moved to the independent living part of a continuing care community. 

Two days ago, I moved again. I found living in the woods (though beautiful) with only people of my generation was not for me.

It is well known that moving is one of life’s biggest stressors, but six days ago, I moved back to Cambridge.

Yes, it’s stressful to move.  But I see the Charles River if I sit up in bed, and this morning there was a family of ducks passing by. 

It’s great to be back.

An August, 2022 article in American Heart Association News, suggests that adults over 50 who have more positive attitudes about aging have a 43% lower risk of dying from any cause over a four-year period than those who are less positive.

The study also found that optimistic agers tend to be at lower risk for many health conditions, have better cognitive function, and a greater sense of purpose. Optimists were also less lonely.

So how do we develop a more positive attitude about aging? Here are some of their suggestions:

1. Find projects that align with your values.
2. Reject the idea that poor health for the elderly is a given
3. Find your community and get involved

Easier said than done.

My father (who was born in1895!) used to tell my brother Don and me that he remembered when a hamburger cost 5 cents.  I checked, and White Castle hamburgers were exactly that until 1949.  In 1970, a McDonald’s hamburger was only “18-20 cents.”

Today a McDonald’s hamburger is somewhere between $2.49 and $2.99.  Not sure how much of that is inflation and how much is the cost of raising cows.

Of course, like everyone else, I am noticing the higher prices of everything, especially in the supermarket.  But I was astonished to read in a recent New York Times magazine article that the author paid $14 for a frozen yogurt with three toppings.

What would Dad have to say about that?!!

“When you go out into the woods, and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens, and some of them are whatever. And you look at the tree and you allow it. You see why it is the way it is. You sort of understand that it didn’t get enough light, and so it turned that way. And you don’t get all emotional about it. You just allow it. You appreciate the tree.

The minute you get near humans, you lose all that. And you are constantly saying “You are too this, or I’m too this.” That judgment mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are.”

Loved this and had to share…

When the formidable woman who edited many of my articles in The Boston Globe invited me to a retreat of female journalists at her New Hampshire home in the shadow of Mt. Monadnock, I was delighted. I was also intimidated because, unlike the other women there, I am not a bona fide journalist.

There was an agenda—an ice breaker, a session of exercise in a big barn, swimming in a nearby lake and lots of conversation.    There was cooking in the huge farm kitchen and fabulous meals in a screened porch looking out on the mountain.  There was a lot of laughter as well as some tears.  It was magical.

And I have eight new friends.

The other day I was at the library picking up some books I had reserved.  As I was leaving a woman approached me. She asked me if I was Judy (I forget if she used my last name.)

Turns out the woman whose name is Ginny recognized me from a picture on this blog.  She was delighted to meet me, and I was delighted that she spoke to me.  We chatted briefly, and then wishing each other well, we went on our way.

I smiled all the way home.

Sometimes I write down a few thoughts that I hope to become part of a blog post. Often, when I see those scribbles, I can’t remember what I was thinking and/or I don’t know where those thoughts came from.  So it was with the following disturbing snippets:

1. Three of five young people say their lives lack meaning and purpose.
2. Anxiety and depression have tripled among the young.
3. Some are living an AI* version of real life.

As Linda Loman says in the classic Death of a Salesman…

“Attention must be paid!”

*artificial intelligence

Had some difficulty with the post that was scheduled for yesterday. Please stay tuned. Back to normal on Sunday the 28th!

Some say that Father’s Day (like Mother’s Day) was invented to sell greeting cards (and neckties).  Nonetheless, I think it is important to remember and honor those who make us mothers.

The father of my children had a difficult childhood, having been born in Berlin in 1930.  That may be partly why he was grateful for our fifty-six years together.  And he was a great dad—from his coaching of boys’ soccer to sleeping in a bunk with snoring other dads at Father’s weekend at the “Y” camp our boys attended.

Now, one of his sons is the father of two sons and the other is expecting his first son.

He would be thrilled.