that sinking feeling

I turned in the first chapter of my M.A. thesis to my major professor today. Actually, it's the second chapter, but the first to be written. I've been researching this material for about a year now, so it has been a long time coming. There will be 5 more chapters, one every three weeks from now until March. I think I've been a little hard to live with during the last two weekends, writing and pacing and sighing and rubbing my face with my fingertips, and having head/neckaches all the time. Jeremy has taken good care of me, though. He doesn't bother me when I need to work, and he does bother me when I need to stop working. Usually during those latter times, we step out the back gate and walk the trails, across the lake, and into the woods on the far side. There is a tree there that is probably 300 years old. When we walk, sometimes we are silent, but most of the time we talk. I get my thesis frustrations out by the time we reach the lake, and we've usually moved on to church, the fire, Jeremy's new electric, or how we want to talk to our kids about God by the time we've reached The Tree.

I know I promised a post on feminism and feminist history and related topics, but I think it needs to ruminate for a few days more. Suffice it to say, for now, that I do not approve of CoC women's classes that involve exchanging teacups with one's favorite inspirational saying inside. Neither do I approve of the women in Jeremy's department whom he refers to collectively as "the power girls."