I don’t know about you but I am sure getting tired of the media telling me how to live to be 100. I still remember when I was 17 counting the years to the year 2000 and wondering if I was going to make it for the big event (I was 35 when the millennium arrived). I also remember stating to my mother that I didn’t think I wanted to still be around at 50. I surely didn’t want to be THAT old. Since I am now what the younger me would have considered “old”, I had started to get as much information as I could to combat this deadly predicament. Butter is good for you now. So are eggs. Tomatoes used to be poisonous and coffee stunted your growth. Three times of exercise a week is still not good enough. Gluten is now our enemy. Who knew? My grandma knew. She would always give us off the cuff advice and good directions for what we needed to be happy and healthy. Drink a glass of orange juice every morning with your multivitamin, don’t skip breakfast, walk where you need to go any time you can and learn to love to read. She always had molasses cookies in the house, grandpa regularly made us frappes (milkshakes) as soon as we walked in the door to visit, and I had never seen anyone bake more bread that kept the house smelling like a bakery all the time. Besides that advice I would add what I observed. Do what you love to do and do it often; and always take time out to watch a Red Sox game. The moral of the story? Mother knows best( because she got it from grandma).
