a metaphor of self . constructing me starts early and never ends
today…
today emerges with a flesh-sticking warmth that reminds us of chicago in summer. in the background engines small and large hum, bleating consistently in unknown distances. planes leave their contrail footprints in the lofty blue yonder and footsteps of the human variety trace paths on the other side of our fenced patio, heading perhaps for a coffee at metropolis, mass at st. gert’s or brunch at uncommon ground.
or maybe just meandering walks. walks not unlike this possibly disjointed narrative.
the blue skies manifest yesterday and we, taking advantage after an enjoyable 3-d shrek in evanston tripped the light fantastick with ever-widening spirals about and around chicago’s north shore. up and down the leafy lanes of wilmette and winnetka and highland park, bumping into the lake and taking in magnificent residences whose backyards were and are the fresh-water expanse of lake michigan.
nods and waves as jackson napped in the backseat and lucas crooned magical songs that often were punctuated by either “mommy,” “daddy,” or “my butt” - perhaps reflecting a trinity of sorts known the world wide to three year old boys loved so well by their parents.
the singing of a child is an interesting thing for at some point la la las are supplanted by true and accurate words. and so as lucas directed his eyes to the side as we drove our drive yesterday his lyrics included “super hero lucas” and “lucas is great.”
the transition to words such as these to me verges on hilarious. the construct of self being a bit of this and that, fictions necessarily inform who it is that we are, who we become, and how other people perceive us. it’s just a good idea to not plant too many fictional seeds that veer too far from the farm (so to speak) less the metaphor of self that we seek to grow come up as a handful of weeds.
and so i return to it being today and here is is, amounting to something in the consecutive category for nice days. a second day in the row of a nice day, an utterance of summertime to explain that it too shall come (summertime, that is).
and so maybe now furnaces can be flipped to off. maybe now temperatures more akin to say november or march will be a thing of the past and something more true will be experienced.
and for the end of may what is true is what is summer. and what is summer are temperatures aligned with ages I think of for grandparents – 80′s and 90′s.
maybe.
speaking of other truths so let it be known that in a scant two hours i will open the doors to the public throng to view and imagine life in a new york style loft at the manchester lofts in bucktown. listed at $539,000 with 2000 square feet, this magnificent home will sing a siren’s song to some traipser, gallavanter or wanderer out and about the streets of chicago seeking and looking for a home today. perhaps it will be you.
or perhaps you will stop by simply to chat about a verbal diaspora such as this that is writ here.
oh, the address is 2035 w charleston, just west of damen and adjacent to a mass of things to see and do of the ambulatory type. so stop by, see the digs and scurry out to the sights and sounds of the hood.
if you are instead in lakeview, mitch aronson is hosting the first and only open house at 951 fletcher. fond of prosaic monologs, stop by to see mitch and find out what is on his mind today.
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