Michael seems... searching for a good word here... he seems very 'level' lately; it's maybe a good place to be, not manic, not passive (although he's a tad lethargic at times – but I know he's very busy and tired when the day ends at home) and overall I'd say he's been cool, calm, collected, easy-going this year... and yet I know that can't exactly be true. Because he's a high-schooler now! It's an intense time. Emotions run high, don't they? I remember that being so. Emotions and experiences that are newish and concentrated present themselves; seemingly more impactful relative to earlier, younger moments involving challenges, crushes, craziness, adventures, adrenaline, insecurities, love, loss, mystery, novelty, danger, fear, etcetera etcetera!!
As a soon-to-be father of two teenagers – m will join M in teenagerhood next year – I have reflected a lot lately on the speed of life. My conclusion? Uh, it's fast. Or, better said, by none other than Chicagoan Ferris Bueller: "Life moves pretty fast; if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." Jeanette, who was raised in the city and took the Blue Line ("L" train) to Whitney Young High School everyday, thinks Ferris is fun and all, but he's a sheltered suburbanite at best. She's right. I was a suburbanite also; there is in fact a difference, but only a big one (as I like say). "Chicago-suburbanite Ferris Bueller" doesn't sound as slick. I recall Ferris's street smarts were a bit lacking also; think of the Ferrari flying out of the garage as soon as Ferris cheerfully handed it over, after telling Cameron, "Will you calm down please, I'm gonna give the guy a fiver to watch it." M 'n' m love the city and get down here regularly; joining me at work on occasion is one way. Here's my view from work today, from the rooftop, not my desk, but still:
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