Yes, of course, adaptation to most new things and most thinking is the key to successful long term survival. I’m 82 with my share of health issues and though I can no longer fly jets or climb up ladders to fix a roof, or climb mountains, I find other ways and other methods to accomplish stuff.
My mother made the most wonderful bread pudding with a fantastic sweet bourbon sauce. In my thirties I was traveling all over the world on business, and in my off hours I ate at great restaurants in France, England, Norway, Singapore, Jakarta, etc where if offered, I always ordered the bread pudding, in search of my mothers fabulous bread pudding. Somewhere in my sixties it dawned on me that I was never going to find it. First, I really didn’t remember exactly how it tasted and second, my taste buds had changed significantly whereby probably wouldn’t recognize it if she made it. We are not what we were, we are what we are at a given point. Nostalgia is cruel, we pine for what was when may well reject it if we got it. Lima beans are like that, old girlfriends may be as well. So, you’re on a good track, I’ll be interested to hear where it goes, particularly from thoughtful folk. Phil
Thanks for the shout out to seventysomething, Jan. I'm very aware of my changing needs regarding scale, noise, commotion. Moving to St. Louis Park, MN, I was delighted to discover a comfortable walkability, some kind of middle ground between city and country. I want an environment that feels friendly and convenient. Much less enchanted by "action."
We moved from suburbia four years ago to a rural town, but my life “got bigger.” In our old home where all the children had flown the nest, I lamented the lack of community I felt. I hardly knew my neighbors.
Here, I live one block off Main Street and have lots of pedestrian traffic--perfect for striking up conversations from the porch or inviting someone to come in and use my bathroom instead of peeing in my yard (true story, published yesterday). I have met the most genuine, caring people here who are very different from me. It seems what I really needed was a home and community that offered variety, which is just how I like my food.
My diet has also changed and I prefer simple food these days . And yes I follow Ayurveda too
Yes, of course, adaptation to most new things and most thinking is the key to successful long term survival. I’m 82 with my share of health issues and though I can no longer fly jets or climb up ladders to fix a roof, or climb mountains, I find other ways and other methods to accomplish stuff.
My mother made the most wonderful bread pudding with a fantastic sweet bourbon sauce. In my thirties I was traveling all over the world on business, and in my off hours I ate at great restaurants in France, England, Norway, Singapore, Jakarta, etc where if offered, I always ordered the bread pudding, in search of my mothers fabulous bread pudding. Somewhere in my sixties it dawned on me that I was never going to find it. First, I really didn’t remember exactly how it tasted and second, my taste buds had changed significantly whereby probably wouldn’t recognize it if she made it. We are not what we were, we are what we are at a given point. Nostalgia is cruel, we pine for what was when may well reject it if we got it. Lima beans are like that, old girlfriends may be as well. So, you’re on a good track, I’ll be interested to hear where it goes, particularly from thoughtful folk. Phil
Jan I’m going to northern Italy next month! Made me think of you and your home buying adventure
Thanks for the shout out to seventysomething, Jan. I'm very aware of my changing needs regarding scale, noise, commotion. Moving to St. Louis Park, MN, I was delighted to discover a comfortable walkability, some kind of middle ground between city and country. I want an environment that feels friendly and convenient. Much less enchanted by "action."
We moved from suburbia four years ago to a rural town, but my life “got bigger.” In our old home where all the children had flown the nest, I lamented the lack of community I felt. I hardly knew my neighbors.
Here, I live one block off Main Street and have lots of pedestrian traffic--perfect for striking up conversations from the porch or inviting someone to come in and use my bathroom instead of peeing in my yard (true story, published yesterday). I have met the most genuine, caring people here who are very different from me. It seems what I really needed was a home and community that offered variety, which is just how I like my food.