There was an interesting story on NPR about life in a space station when I drove a friend to work. When I got home I clicked on a few
You Tubes about it but since the sound on my computer gave out a few months ago I could only watch a woman with
white socks and fluffy hair floating around a capsule. I will try to remember to watch it on my phone which does still talk to me.
Gravity is a fascinating force. It is invisible, silent and never runs out as long as you stay where you belong. Our smallest chick seems to defy gravity, in that she can leap up to her box now which is four times her height. Her legs are only as long as toothpicks and I have not noticed a running start so I guess her downy body has no mass.
She does look like she is thinking about it before she jumps, so perhaps it takes concentration. When she was brand new and as small as a ping pong ball the twins created a staircase for her out of egg cartons which worked beautifully. Every evening we all stopped what we were doing to go watch her climb up, which was even cuter than the wind up toy with
penguins I bought for my kids one
Christmas.
Gravity in marriage takes the form of commitment. It keeps me grounded. If I ever have a notion to get in the car and drive into the sunset, the promise I made to John holds me back. Star Trek aside, community would not work well if everyone was as footloose and fancy free as an astronaut. We need attachment and people who look for us at the end of the day.
