In email this morning, a friend sent along some cartoons in one of whose boxes, the boy asks his snoozing father, "Dad! Do you suppose we just don't have enough weirdness in our lives?!" And the dad mumbles, "Yer doing fine, son."
By way of thanks, I wrote back to my friend, "Maybe getting older is nothing more than wondering why we ever thought anything was weird in the first place...and kind of missing it."
Weird, surprising, wonderful, horrific, boring, exciting, serious, solemn ... it's an interesting habit.