Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

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On my list of things to do for the week that I made on Sunday, I did seven out of thirty, which really isn't that impressive. To be blunt I'm not at all surprised that I did so little, because I have never been much for following plans even if I was the one that made them.

In my defense I would have to point out that some of them weren't that critical and I'll probably get to them later this month. For instance I said that I would try to get my car washed, but with the small amount of snow that we got earlier in the week it would have been pointless to get my car washed. All of the slop from the road would have coated the car within minutes after being cleaned. I should also mention that quite a few of the remaining items could easily fit into this category of it can wait until later or so I like to tell myself.

Now halfway into the book, my opinion of Bad Land has changed. At first everything seemed so fragmented and brief that it didn't hold my attention. I even thought of setting it aside and grabbing something else to read, but now all of that has changed.

Maybe it was the struggle that these people endured that has captured my attention. I can't imagine setting out to claim a three hundred and twenty acre plot of land for myself. When these people moved there it was described as a desert, but they went anyway armed only with ambition. What they managed to accomplish is so beyond anything that I have ever experienced.

Then again I have always appreciated the tragedy and somewhat misguided heroism that is so often found in history.

 
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