In 1964, clutching a copy of Arthur Frommer’s Europe on $5 a Day and a one-way ticket to Lisbon (leaving behind worried parents because I was going by myself), I set off on a great three-month European adventure. (By the way, Frommer’s book is now $68.88 on Amazon and is called Frommer’s Europe from $85 A Day.)

Now-a-days, my international travel is pretty much limited to Brazil to visit my son Seth and his wife Dani (although I did travel with them to Morocco after Thanksgiving), and I wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without a reservation.  Nonetheless, I was interested to see on one 2026 list of best cities in the world to visit, I had been to fifteen of the top twenty-five.

I might not remember what I did yesterday, but I can still retrieve the memories of my solo trip to Europe sixty years ago.

It was a gorgeous, but cold almost-Spring-day.  I took two friends I wanted to thank for a favor out for a delicious lunch.  I was feeling quite satisfied. 

On the way home, I decided to take my uncommonly dirty (as in filthy) car to the car wash.

There is something very satisfying about having a clean car.  Once in its parking space, I walked all around it, marveling at its beauty.

Note to self:  Don’t wait so long next time!

Known for their work on the effect of ageism on healthy aging, Levy and Slade offer good news from their recent study of cognitive and physical capacity as we grow older.

We expect cognitive and physical decline to be inevitable as we age. It is true that the group studied by Levy and Slade over a twelve-year period did decline in cognitive and physical capacities, but there was wide variability. Thirty-two percent of those in the study actually improved cognitively, and 28% improved physically. Some in the group improved in both.

The study showed that the best predictor of successful aging was a positive attitude.  Crossword puzzles and gym visits are always on my agenda. 

My attitude might need a little work

It took a long time to diagnose my husband Peter’s Parkinson’s Disease.  Although learning that he had an incurable disease was hard, it was a relief to have an explanation for his loss of energy and spirit.  He lived with Parkinson’s while it took so much from him for many years until he decided it was time to stop eating and drinking. 

The other day, four and a half years after his death, I watched a video by a very brave professor and doctor at the Harvard T.H. Chan School of Public Health who is currently living with Parkinson’s.  This remarkable woman reminds us that Parkinson’s is different for everyone and that despite incredible progress, there is still a way to go for a cure.

You can watch Sue Goldie’s remarkable story at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqLAVhciC58

My husband Peter would have been 96 years old on March 10th.  I was delighted by the many friends who acknowledged the date with fond memories of him.  

Best of all was the note from daughter-in-law Katrina who reported that Peter has been seen celebrating in heaven eating jelly beans (oh the times I found random jelly beans on the floor of our car!) with Seth and Dani’s beloved dog, Forrest Gump.

Peter and I had 56 great years together.  I miss him every single day.

I stopped at a shopping mall for the first time in recent memory on the way home from a haircut last week. I’ve already forgotten what small purchases I made.

Then, on a visit over the weekend from son Jeremy and his wife Katrina, another trip to the mall was required because Katrina’s suitcase didn’t make it to Boston and she needed to pick up a few necessities. A third visit the following day, was to meet Jeremy’s camp friend and his family for Sunday brunch.

The third visit’s mall parking lot was a sea of Sunday-shopper cars.  The jammed restaurant required a wait despite our reservation.   It was lovely to see Jeremy’s friend and his family, but as we walked around after brunch, this 80-something suffered a serious case of…

Mall fatigue.

Long-time 80-Something readers may recall that my favorite food is ice cream, especially coffee ice cream.  So, when I learned there would be an ice cream tasting to celebrate an expanded freezer capacity in the kitchen of my new residence, I was delighted.

The options at the tasting did not include coffee, but I’m flexible so I sampled other flavors.  They included: maple walnut, blueberry cheesecake, chocolate chunk, salted caramel and vanilla.  They were all quite tasty.

But not as tasty as coffee.

The Washington Post (2/21/26) offered some hopeful advice about delaying Alzheimer’s Disease.  Here are some highlights:

*Before 18 years old, being read to and reading books and spending five years learning a foreign language.

*In midlife, reading and writing, having magazine subscriptions and library cards (that you use) and visiting museums

* Later:  Doing crossword puzzles, playing chess and checkers, regularly listening to music or playing an instrument

* Still later: (around age 80 and older), doing crossword puzzles, playing games such as chess and checkers, and finally. dancing more than once a week

I was doing fine until the “people who dance more than once a week had a 76% lower risk of dementia”.

Alas.

There is nothing like a call from a grandchild to make one’s day.  Seeing my grandson Grady’s photo on my phone, calling from Wash U in St. Louis immediately lifted my (already pretty high) spirits.

But here’s what knocked my socks off.  The reading assignment by Robert Dahl for his government class was the same as my assignment for the political theory course I am currently auditing!  Of course, there are six people in his class, and I sit quietly in the back of a filled auditorium for mine. 

But still…pretty amazing…

Enough already!  

It’s been a long time since a winter with lots of New England snow, and I get the need for a reminder. However, I am ready to go bootless.

The other day, when walking outside after the sun made an appearance, my companion tripped as she stepped over some snow left at a curb by a plow.  She was not hurt, but a car stopped on the busy street and a young woman rushed over to help, traffic lining up behind her abandoned car.

The whole episode was over in minutes, but I haven’t stopped feeling grateful.