As I'm starting to delve deeper into what other people are writing about my chosen text, I find myself getting more intrigued, more confused and now the pigeons are flying all over the freakin' place. I wish I could win the lottery so I could just work on this project. If I could only focus on one thing and not be pulled in so many directions (my Ecofeminism independent study is suffering and I'm so in the weeds with that one. BTW...there's no pigeons "waiting in the weeds," to quote Don Henley).
Somehow I'll manage. I want to do more but I can't get the freakin' pigeons to calm down (sorry, I'm really frustrated).
I'm going to take Jack to the squirrel park now to hike ( and maybe kick some pigeons). Maybe that will help!
:)
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