…or something like that.
I spent today driving. While driving, I was listening to The Empire of the Summer Moon . A little slow but fascinating. There are so many things I don’t know. I had no real idea about the history of the Texas Indian wars. And it appears that even when they were happening, most of those people had no real idea about what was going on. Savagery, brutality, unspeakable cruelty on all sides of the equation.
I will say again that I don’t think there’s any possible way that I could be a pionee. I am
too much of a chicken. I am willing to work hard, I’m willing to go through some suffering. But I don’t think I could go through all of that. I think it would be too much for me. To be captured and terrorized? Brutalized? And then treated like an object of pity if I were ever able to make it back to my home and family? No thank you. I would have ended that quickly.
I miss my husband. He’s comfortable in Hattiesburg. I’m here on a roll-away bed with an incredibly thin mattress. I’m gonna need a massage after this is all said and done. *sigh*