David and I have now been together for 7 years! When he reminded me of this the other day, it sent my mind reeling. Seven years. It seems like forever and it seems like no time at all. I wanted to share my thoughts about what our relationship has meant to me, and when I tried, it all sounded really un-romantic. My purpose is not to reject romance, because romance is beautiful and important. But, its just not all there is to it... See, with romance, there is also death. Yes, death. That is what I need to talk about today.
When we entered into this marriage bond, we both saw it as a reflection of Jesus' relationship with his people. The unconditional love, the passion, the commitment, and (oh yeah) the death. Jesus had to die for us to live, and that is a pretty important part of his relationship with us. And, we have found, in marriage, we also have to die. Its part of us looking like Jesus to each other, and part of God making us more holy.
It turns out holiness is the point of marriage... Not happiness... (Disney, you tricked me!) God gives us the relationship of marriage to become more holy, that is to say, more like Him. More set apart. More Kingdom, less earth. When happiness is the goal, if I'm not happy, something is wrong with my marriage. If the point of being married is to be happy, and your spouse is not making you happy, then marriage obviously doesn't work. So divorce, and try again. Surely someone new will make you happy and the marriage will work. If holiness is the goal of marriage, then happiness is not in the forefront, becoming like God (who is love) is what its all about. And if you will recall, Love is patient, kind, forgiving, humble, polite, generous, persistent, and strong (my paraphrase of 1 Cor 13). When I am becoming Love, I am not serving myself, I am serving my husband and God. I die to myself, to become love.
Dying is hard work... Well, it shouldn't really be hard work because I'm already dead, but I make it hard. When I am asked to do something I don't want to do, it is hard to show generosity instead of grumbling. When I am tired and we cannot agree, it is hard to be polite instead of shouting smart remarks. When I am hurt, it is not easy to forgive. But God is faithful in giving me everything I need to do those things! The Spirit makes me more forgiving, more generous, and more patient. We are being transformed.
So, I am so happy that for seven years I have gotten to lean on God to help me forgive. That I have gotten to see the power of kindness and how it can transform a life. For seven years I've had the opportunity to become stronger and more persistent in love. Its been beautiful to receive love from someone who is so committed to being more Christlike.
That is what I want to say. Thanks, husband of mine, for giving me practice at being patient. But no one wants to read that on an anniversary card... Its very unromantic. But I am grateful that we have worked together and relied on God to change us. I want to celebrate that! And we do make each other happy. So much of my joy comes from hearing David sing/make weird noises, or watching him laugh, or hearing his thoughts. But our gauge of whether or not our marriage is successful is not how happy we are at any given moment. Our focus is on leaning on each other and on God to become who he wants us to be. And that is beautiful to me.
**some clarifications** I am nervous to hit "Publish" because I know that women may read this and think its garbage that I want to serve my husband. But I do. I want to be a servant because Jesus was a servant, and that was precious. My husband is not my boss, he is my partner. He is my friend and my love and I want him to feel respected. I have both a brain and a backbone and they are not in jeopardy when I choose to love my husband by letting him be first.
Also- we are still new in marriage, and still learning every day. We are not perfect. We struggle. Sometimes we do not rely on God and we screw things up. Sometimes we are jerks. But we promised each other we would give our relationship our best. So when we are stupid, we try to admit it and fix it, and keep each other accountable for being better. We are a work in progress.
Saturday, November 16
Friday, April 26
Confession: I am pro-midwife.
First of all, if you have never heard anyone say midwifery before, let me explain: mid-WIFF-er-ee. It's delightful to say. Try it. Whimsical, right? So I have become very interested in midwifery in the past year and a half or so. And no, all you nosy people, I'm not ready to have a baby yet. Calm yourself. I don't remember exactly how it began. I know my friend Kristin told me about her cousin who was having her baby naturally. Her mom had been the librarian at a school I worked at a few years ago (love you Library Laurie!!). I stalked her facebook until I found a link to her daughter, Katie's blog. She had written all about her experience with natural birth. And I.got.hooked. Totally rewired my brain. Have I ever met this girl? No. But she has been a crazy strong influence on my thinking here.
Anyway, she wrote about how women have a choice when it comes to how they will give birth. What? There are choices? The only choice I was aware of was the choice or "pro-life" or "pro-choice". However, there are apparently lots of choices you can make. Astounding. Katie's blog was also full of the Spirit. She and her husband had studied how God created birth, that it was a natural process, and they had prayed for every aspect of the birth. It was so beautiful. They had really come together to share the experience and put God right at the center. I loved it.
So from there, I started reading more. I researched. If you looked at my browsing history you would think I was giving birth tomorrow. I just read Ina May Gaskin's Guide to Childbirth. She and her husband helped found the Farm in southern Tennessee. It's a purposeful commune. She learned to be a midwife when women in their commune started having babies. She also studied other midwives and has now attended thousands of births.
The book was very informative, and very hippie/granola. I enjoyed it immensely! Half of it is birth stories and the other half is information about birthing. She made several points that I feel are important.
1. Birth is something you do. Not something that happens to you. It is a natural process your body goes through. In fact, a woman's body was designed for birth. By God. Who tends to create things very well.
2. There is a very strong mind-body connection. If you feel and speak positively about birth, your body will follow suit. Not to say that birth isn't painful, but your attitude can help it be a different experience than what we see on TV. Or hear about from unhelpful people...
3. Doctors who are trained as OB-GYNs usually have never seen a natural birth. They are taught pathology. They are taught what to do when things go wrong. Of course, we need people to be trained for the worst. But we also need people to understand that healthy birth can happen without interventions. In many other countries midwives are present at most births. Doctors and midwives work together! Women with low risk pregnancies only see a midwife. The doctors help people with whom a problem is expected.
Next I read the book Pushed by Jennifer Block. This one was not as easy of a read, but was amazingly informative! (I'd like to clarify, it was not a hard read, it just was more research focused than story focused.) Block has researched birth and the changes that have taken place in America since the 1900's. She focused on the rise of C-Sections in the country and why it has happened. She also discussed other interventions (things meant to help birth like fetal monitoring and drugs to induce labor) and where they came from, and how they became popular today. She also talked about their risks, which I think most women are not told specifically. Another topic she covered was midwifery, but she took a different view- Midwives on the Run! Apparently midwifery had been outlawed in many states, and women were practicing illegally. I believe the book was published in 2007 and some of those laws were still current. Not sure about now. I was shocked! Risking jail to be a midwife.
Major take away points:
1. A C-Section is a major surgery and should be looked at as such. It is not the easy way to have a baby. There is major risk involved.
2. Most interventions started out to help a specific group of people, then grew to everyone using them every time. This was not their intended use, and studies show most of them do not improve outcomes for mom or baby.
3. -in some cases- Women are not being treated fairly during their births. Patients have a right to decline treatments they do not want. Women are also not being fully educated about what is happening and the risk involved so they can make a choice about accepting or declining treatment.
4. Pitocin is not a cool drug.
Block's book was so filled with evidence from studies (and I love data!) that I was overwhelmed. How is birth not a topic of discussion? How did we go from midwives being the norm to more than 30% of women delivering by major surgery? Why does almost every other comparable country use a model where midwives and doctors work together, while we have made it illegal for midwives to practice? How are we not talking about this?!
I have been feeling somewhat alone in my interest, but then I noticed that quite a few friends that are my age have been having their babies naturally! It's not just me who finds the midwifery model compelling! If you find it compelling or have never considered it or have any thoughts at all, I would love to hear them. I have really become interested in this and would like to discuss it with others (without people asking me about having a baby myself). So, leave me a comment or talk to me about it if you are inclined! Hope to hear from you!
PS- Midwives do not just deliver babies. They can take care of lots of primary care needs, as well. I recently switched doctors, and now the midwives at Vanderbilt are my primary care doctor! I had a physical there and loved it. I have never been happy and refreshed when leaving a doctor's office. But I was. I felt listened to and cared for (not that I have not had good doctors previously, but this was amazing!). I highly recommend them.
Anyway, she wrote about how women have a choice when it comes to how they will give birth. What? There are choices? The only choice I was aware of was the choice or "pro-life" or "pro-choice". However, there are apparently lots of choices you can make. Astounding. Katie's blog was also full of the Spirit. She and her husband had studied how God created birth, that it was a natural process, and they had prayed for every aspect of the birth. It was so beautiful. They had really come together to share the experience and put God right at the center. I loved it.
So from there, I started reading more. I researched. If you looked at my browsing history you would think I was giving birth tomorrow. I just read Ina May Gaskin's Guide to Childbirth. She and her husband helped found the Farm in southern Tennessee. It's a purposeful commune. She learned to be a midwife when women in their commune started having babies. She also studied other midwives and has now attended thousands of births.
The book was very informative, and very hippie/granola. I enjoyed it immensely! Half of it is birth stories and the other half is information about birthing. She made several points that I feel are important.
1. Birth is something you do. Not something that happens to you. It is a natural process your body goes through. In fact, a woman's body was designed for birth. By God. Who tends to create things very well.
2. There is a very strong mind-body connection. If you feel and speak positively about birth, your body will follow suit. Not to say that birth isn't painful, but your attitude can help it be a different experience than what we see on TV. Or hear about from unhelpful people...
3. Doctors who are trained as OB-GYNs usually have never seen a natural birth. They are taught pathology. They are taught what to do when things go wrong. Of course, we need people to be trained for the worst. But we also need people to understand that healthy birth can happen without interventions. In many other countries midwives are present at most births. Doctors and midwives work together! Women with low risk pregnancies only see a midwife. The doctors help people with whom a problem is expected.
Next I read the book Pushed by Jennifer Block. This one was not as easy of a read, but was amazingly informative! (I'd like to clarify, it was not a hard read, it just was more research focused than story focused.) Block has researched birth and the changes that have taken place in America since the 1900's. She focused on the rise of C-Sections in the country and why it has happened. She also discussed other interventions (things meant to help birth like fetal monitoring and drugs to induce labor) and where they came from, and how they became popular today. She also talked about their risks, which I think most women are not told specifically. Another topic she covered was midwifery, but she took a different view- Midwives on the Run! Apparently midwifery had been outlawed in many states, and women were practicing illegally. I believe the book was published in 2007 and some of those laws were still current. Not sure about now. I was shocked! Risking jail to be a midwife.
Major take away points:
1. A C-Section is a major surgery and should be looked at as such. It is not the easy way to have a baby. There is major risk involved.
2. Most interventions started out to help a specific group of people, then grew to everyone using them every time. This was not their intended use, and studies show most of them do not improve outcomes for mom or baby.
3. -in some cases- Women are not being treated fairly during their births. Patients have a right to decline treatments they do not want. Women are also not being fully educated about what is happening and the risk involved so they can make a choice about accepting or declining treatment.
4. Pitocin is not a cool drug.
Block's book was so filled with evidence from studies (and I love data!) that I was overwhelmed. How is birth not a topic of discussion? How did we go from midwives being the norm to more than 30% of women delivering by major surgery? Why does almost every other comparable country use a model where midwives and doctors work together, while we have made it illegal for midwives to practice? How are we not talking about this?!
I have been feeling somewhat alone in my interest, but then I noticed that quite a few friends that are my age have been having their babies naturally! It's not just me who finds the midwifery model compelling! If you find it compelling or have never considered it or have any thoughts at all, I would love to hear them. I have really become interested in this and would like to discuss it with others (without people asking me about having a baby myself). So, leave me a comment or talk to me about it if you are inclined! Hope to hear from you!
PS- Midwives do not just deliver babies. They can take care of lots of primary care needs, as well. I recently switched doctors, and now the midwives at Vanderbilt are my primary care doctor! I had a physical there and loved it. I have never been happy and refreshed when leaving a doctor's office. But I was. I felt listened to and cared for (not that I have not had good doctors previously, but this was amazing!). I highly recommend them.
Friday, February 8
How to Become a World Traveller
Step 1: Land additional job that secures funds for the trip.
Step 2: Accept generous donation from parents because they understand your innate NEED to travel.
Step 3: Do a happy dance. Try to get your husband to do it to, but don't expect too much.
Step 4: Use yahoo trip planner and make a dream itinerary, including lots of literary sites.
Step 5: Coordinate vacation dates with your mom-in-law/dog sitter.
Step 6: Apply for passport.
Step 7: Feel really cool anticipating passport in the mail!
There are probably a few more steps, but I haven't gotten there yet. We are going to England in July! George Bailey is getting out of here! Anchor chains, plane motors, and train whistles, baby!
Step 2: Accept generous donation from parents because they understand your innate NEED to travel.
Step 3: Do a happy dance. Try to get your husband to do it to, but don't expect too much.
Step 4: Use yahoo trip planner and make a dream itinerary, including lots of literary sites.
Step 5: Coordinate vacation dates with your mom-in-law/dog sitter.
Step 6: Apply for passport.
Step 7: Feel really cool anticipating passport in the mail!
There are probably a few more steps, but I haven't gotten there yet. We are going to England in July! George Bailey is getting out of here! Anchor chains, plane motors, and train whistles, baby!
Friday, June 29
Hoorah for Nashville!
I am not a big city girl. After spending two summers in NYC, I know that city living is not for me. I don’t like sharing a sidewalk with rats. Depending on others for my transportation gets on my nerves. Although- having food from any restaurant delivered right to your door is kind of amazing. So I live in a college town and I enjoy it. Nashville is a pretty big city, and generally I am apathetic to its existence. I don’t like to go to clubs or hockey games, so Nashville usually doesn’t appeal to me very much.
However, in the last two weeks I’ve had some fabulous times in Nashville that I wanted to share. It is a nice place, filled with very interesting people. There are parts of it I really love, so here are some pictures…
First of, the Woods at Fontanel. David got me tickets to see Idina Menzel there for my birthday. If you don’t know who she is, Idina is a Broadway star who won a Tony for her role in Wicked. I was lucky enough to see her perform the night before she won that Tony, and she is phenomenal! So she performed with the Nashville Symphony Orchestra at this lovely ampitheatre at the Woods at Fontanel. It was a great show!
I didn’t want to spend too much on the tickets, so we got general admission. Turns out that was a great choice for this venue! All the numbered seats were just folding chairs. Our “general admission” was on the grass right behind the chairs. So instead of sitting in a folding chair, I sat in a lovely camp chair with a cup holder! It was a beautiful day and it wasn’t too hot (now we’re having 100+ weather…). This was our view.
The only time I regretted our seats was when she WENT INTO THE AUDIENCE TO SING WITH PEOPLE!!! It was hilarious and I was jealous. A few of the people were decent singers. One of them hugged her for waaaay too long. My favorites she did were “No Day But Today” from RENT and “Somewhere” from West Side Story. And of course, for her encore, she did “Defying Gravity”. Here’s a legal video… This isn’t her Nashville performance, but I didn’t want to put up an illegal one…
Not the Nashville version, but still amazing!
The second Nashville event we went to was a food truck festival! Yes, a festival full of food trucks! It was super fun. Unfortunately, it was also super hot. So hot that you didn’t even really want to eat anything… But we did look around and get some food. We ate some there and then had to go home and eat the rest because we were about to be roasted. Here are the pictures:
This is my buttermilk cheddar cheese, fried egg on italian garlic bread grilled cheese sandwich.
Here is the Grilled Cheeserie Truck I got it from. Delish!
Here is David’s sweet chili stir fry. SO GOOD! Also there were spring rolls and this very delicate Jasmine dipping sauce. Oh, YUM!
And the DegThai truck he got it from. He says this truck sits by the capital building sometimes.
This was the most unique one we saw. Wild Bill’s Olde Fashioned Soda Pop! Free refills all day! Sadly, David doesn’t drink soda pop, so we didn’t get any. But it looked great!
Barrels and barrels of soda!!!!!! mmmmmm. They had grape…
This is a REAL ice cream sandwich. None of those flimsy chocolate wafers. Two chocolate chip cookies with salted caramel ice cream 1.5 inches thick in the middle. Perfect for this hot weather! SO scrumptious!
Cheeserie love!!
Nashville, I salute you!
Friday, June 15
Winner!
Last Saturday, I won my first athletic award! I placed first in my age group in a one mile race! I was so excited and proud of myself. Having my name called as a first place winner is something I had never imagined would happen! After the race, I thought I had done well. I guessed I finished within the first 20 people. We decided to stay for the awards ceremony, because I thought if age group awards were given, then I might have won something.
It took for-ev-errr. The DJ was taking his time reading off all the names, and even stopped at every name he wasn't sure about and asked if he was saying it right... On top of that, they lost the page with my age group on it so it was the almost last thing announced! I was really glad we stuck it out, though. When he finally got to us he called the third place winner, I had seen her cross the line after I did, so I was excited. When they called second place and it wasn't me, I got confident. "First place, me!" I whispered to David. When the DJ called my name I was so excited! David even yelled out a whooo! I was so touched at how proud he is of me. As an award I got a picture frame with a postcard inside that says 1st place- 1 mile race. Very fancy :)
This experience reminded me of another time I won first place. It was in sixth grade and we were having a 4H speech contest. I remember when he called the third place winner I was annoyed because I didn't think that person had done very well. I was thinking of how unfair it was that I wouldn't even win anything and she did... I was so upset I didn't hear the 2nd place winner. I just knew it wasn't me. More disappointment. Then he called me for first place. Shocked is the best way to describe how I felt. How could I have won?? My shock turned to joy as I realized that mine had been the very best one. I was so proud!
Since Monday I have been in the ISI for the Middle TN Writing project. I wrote about this experience in a few different ways. We had to try 3 different leads: interrogative, onomatopoeia, and dialogue. Here is my favorite one. (this is a first draft. don't hate! but nice comments are welcome.)
"What was my time?" I gasped. My legs were burning. "Oh I didn't look. Sorry!" he responded. My legs felt like jelly as I maneuvered precariously across the rocks in the ditch beside the road. I flopped into the grass next to the finish line and took a long pull from my water bottle. I came up for air, panting. "Need your inhaler again?" he asked, concerned. I shook my head. "Just sprinted at the end. I'm OK." When I caught my breath we wandered around the booths aimlessly, waiting for the results. We waited and waited. Eventually the awards started, but we were still waiting due to the DJ losing the paper my age group's results sheet. I was nervous. I thought I would place, but I didn't want to wait around so long for nothing. Finally, he announced us, "First place for female 24 to 29... Lauren Person!"
Saturday, April 14
Renewal
Spring is a fresh start. In the spirit of spring I am renewing my blog! I've renamed it and given in a new look. The name "Burst with Song" comes from Psalm 30:10-12
"You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. I'm about to burst with song; I can't keep quiet about you. God, my God, I can't thank you enough." All around me I see His glory and mercy. Especially outdoors!
My decision to start writing again came from me being accepted into the Middle TN Writing Project at MTSU. It is a 2 week intensive that will focus on me as a writer, as a teacher of writing, and as a leader in my school. I am very honored and excited to go! During the interview they asked about my writing habits, and I realized how much I used to write in school. I loved it then, and I missed it. So the old blog has been revitalized!
I have been revitalized, too! My usual distaste for winter was not as strong this year. Partly because we had almost no winter to speak of, and partly because I took up running (jogging). In January my teammate, Kirby, told me she was going to do the Couch to 5K and I decided to join her. The program calls for you to run 3 times a week. So three afternoons a week I was outside. I think just getting outside during winter helped it be more bearable. I felt energized when the cold wind blew through my hair. Just being around the trees and plants and sky cheered me. The running kept me warm despite the numbing cold.
Running was so much better for me mentally than physically (although physically its been great, too). When we started out, I wondered how far I could push myself. At the third week we were asked to run 3 solid minutes. I did not think I could do it. I was very doubtful. I was filling my head with nonsense about being ok with it, that I would just push myself as far as I could go and stop. But my mind was filled with encouragement from God. I remembered the scripture about running the race with endurance and the cloud of witnesses around us. I imagined all the people who I knew that would want me to succeed. I imagined the saints in heaven cheering (and they all look like Ben Austin...). I remembered the song my parents sang in Children's Church "I can do all things, all things, all things. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me". I made it through 3 minutes. It seems such a small thing now, but in the moment it was huge. After that, I knew I could do any amount of time I set my mind to. My body would not give up, I just had to keep my mind occupied.
I learned that I can endure much more than I ever thought possible! That realization makes me feel so good and confident. It helps me trust that whatever life brings, God will see me through if I can trust him to help me endure. All that from running around my neighborhood in the cold!
Now the cold is gone (maybe? this week has been so chilly) and it is spring. Only 6 more weeks til school is out! (It seems like only last week it was August and I was just meeting my little darlings.) The flowers are beautiful and the trees are full again. Our neighborhood has attracted more bees that I've ever seen and the pollen has been EVERYWHERE! So much so that I even had terrible allergies for a few weeks. But now things are evened out and its just lovely.
More writing to come soon! Love!
"You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. I'm about to burst with song; I can't keep quiet about you. God, my God, I can't thank you enough." All around me I see His glory and mercy. Especially outdoors!
My decision to start writing again came from me being accepted into the Middle TN Writing Project at MTSU. It is a 2 week intensive that will focus on me as a writer, as a teacher of writing, and as a leader in my school. I am very honored and excited to go! During the interview they asked about my writing habits, and I realized how much I used to write in school. I loved it then, and I missed it. So the old blog has been revitalized!
I have been revitalized, too! My usual distaste for winter was not as strong this year. Partly because we had almost no winter to speak of, and partly because I took up running (jogging). In January my teammate, Kirby, told me she was going to do the Couch to 5K and I decided to join her. The program calls for you to run 3 times a week. So three afternoons a week I was outside. I think just getting outside during winter helped it be more bearable. I felt energized when the cold wind blew through my hair. Just being around the trees and plants and sky cheered me. The running kept me warm despite the numbing cold.
Running was so much better for me mentally than physically (although physically its been great, too). When we started out, I wondered how far I could push myself. At the third week we were asked to run 3 solid minutes. I did not think I could do it. I was very doubtful. I was filling my head with nonsense about being ok with it, that I would just push myself as far as I could go and stop. But my mind was filled with encouragement from God. I remembered the scripture about running the race with endurance and the cloud of witnesses around us. I imagined all the people who I knew that would want me to succeed. I imagined the saints in heaven cheering (and they all look like Ben Austin...). I remembered the song my parents sang in Children's Church "I can do all things, all things, all things. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me". I made it through 3 minutes. It seems such a small thing now, but in the moment it was huge. After that, I knew I could do any amount of time I set my mind to. My body would not give up, I just had to keep my mind occupied.
I learned that I can endure much more than I ever thought possible! That realization makes me feel so good and confident. It helps me trust that whatever life brings, God will see me through if I can trust him to help me endure. All that from running around my neighborhood in the cold!
Now the cold is gone (maybe? this week has been so chilly) and it is spring. Only 6 more weeks til school is out! (It seems like only last week it was August and I was just meeting my little darlings.) The flowers are beautiful and the trees are full again. Our neighborhood has attracted more bees that I've ever seen and the pollen has been EVERYWHERE! So much so that I even had terrible allergies for a few weeks. But now things are evened out and its just lovely.
More writing to come soon! Love!
Thursday, May 5
Windows
Moe is having a hard time today. He is facing the challenging concept of windows.
This weekend David and I "cleaned out" kindasorta our "art room". Where David is SUPPOSED to work on art. Its more like a giant closet.. But anyway, we moved some stuff around. Put some artwork in the attic, and moved 2 chairs up here. I am sitting here with the window open enjoying the new view and birds singing.
Moe, however, can just not handle it. He is up in the recliner with me as usual. But now he sees birds and cars and trees and people. He can hear other dogs. He smells a new smell in the air. But he can't be a part of it. He keeps reaching as far as he can and sniffing. He will not stop looking out the window! He is actually standing on my legs to get a better look out the window. He keeps starting to go toward the window, but stops. Too much junk is in the way.
He is very agitated about this. Let's do an experiment. I'll close the window. We'll see if he's still interested. Here goes! ......
Still interested! Even though he can't hear it or smell it anymore, he still sees something out there he wants to get to...
.....2 minutes later... Still looking intently but not lunging towards the window as much anymore.
Hmmm. I feel we must draw some conclusion about life from this interaction. Anyone??
This weekend David and I "cleaned out" kindasorta our "art room". Where David is SUPPOSED to work on art. Its more like a giant closet.. But anyway, we moved some stuff around. Put some artwork in the attic, and moved 2 chairs up here. I am sitting here with the window open enjoying the new view and birds singing.
Moe, however, can just not handle it. He is up in the recliner with me as usual. But now he sees birds and cars and trees and people. He can hear other dogs. He smells a new smell in the air. But he can't be a part of it. He keeps reaching as far as he can and sniffing. He will not stop looking out the window! He is actually standing on my legs to get a better look out the window. He keeps starting to go toward the window, but stops. Too much junk is in the way.
He is very agitated about this. Let's do an experiment. I'll close the window. We'll see if he's still interested. Here goes! ......
Still interested! Even though he can't hear it or smell it anymore, he still sees something out there he wants to get to...
.....2 minutes later... Still looking intently but not lunging towards the window as much anymore.
Hmmm. I feel we must draw some conclusion about life from this interaction. Anyone??
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