[mcswell]

My mother had memory problems in the last years of her life. My sister would take her to a coffee shop, where she would order a latte or some such. To my mother, it was new and delightful every time--and she would exclaim over how she'd never had anything like that before, although in fact she'd had it just the week before.

When I get old(er), that's how I hope I'll be: delighting in new experiences, even when they're old.

[blippage]

I discovered some weird thing: our brain seems to have "taste memory", separate from "regular" memory. If you have the same dinner several times in a row, for example, you become averse to it. You then have to stop having it for awhile so that the brain "forgets" what it tastes like.