Rockin' the Suburbs III

About a year ago I watched a show on PBS called 49 Up It was the latest iteration of a series that began 42 years prior as 7 Up, a documentary of several seven year-olds. The filmmaker returned every seven years to film these people and document how their lives unfolded. By 49 Up, some of the subjects had declined to further participate and one woman, who said that this would be her last, said something that stuck with me- she said that having her life documented in these seven year increments depressed her and that she has gotten very anxious upon the approach of the next episodes. With a few exceptions, many of the participants exuded a malaise about their lives and having them chronicled this way.
This, of course, gets me thinking about Felix's blog. I so appreciate the technology that allows me to so easily record and share with others my perspective of my sons life. I enjoy rereading past posts, and remembering things that I might have otherwise forgotten completely. But as he grows older, becomes more sophisticated, learns to read, and understand himself through others, he may not like having so much of his life detailed in cyberspace by his biased father. I'm probably being more wistful than is necessary; I hope so. I love you, Felix.

I was asked by a friend to play drums in a band comprised of people who don't yet know how to play instruments. I agreed. So far, this is the fruit of my decision:Thankfully, during the addition to the house, we had the good sense to have all the walls of that room insulated. The first time he played I had him put on the headphones and explained that that is to protect his hearing. He is so conscientious that when he feels like playing, he just goes into the room, puts on the headphones, and bangs away.