Friday, May 30, 2008
Post 1600. Every morning I awake up around 4:30 AM and half-watch the clock until 5:00 AM when I finally get up. I switch the computer on and usually have a bowl of cereal (this week Grape Nuts with strawberries and skim milk) and some Diet Coke- although once the liter bottle in my fridge is done, I'm quitting for awhile. When I was with Aaron he reminded me that I really should be eating better, perhaps fewer chemicals is a good thing.
I look at websites and see what Obama and Clinton are up to and play with the cats until it is time to put on my workclothes (an oxford shirt, blue jeans or Carhart jeans, army boots) and get in the car and drive 20 minutes north to the digsite. The last minute or so, going north on the road being constructed, is always the exciting part- as huge road graders roar by, seemingly ready to run me over if I don't get out of their way.
The excavation is at a prehistoric site dating from about 1200-1400 AD. The new road and utilities pass through a portion of the site that contains pit structures, pits, and human remains and dog burials. My task is to remove the remains in a respectful manner so that they can be returned to Native Americans for reburial. The worksite is hot and windy, the dirt is a very fine silty sand that covers you by the end of the day. Frequently I blow my nose the next morning and dirt comes out.
We start to pack up at 2:15 and around 2:40 I'm back home. I step into the shower and the water runs off me a dark muddy color. The walls of my shower and spotted with dirt- I really need to scrub that off. I'm usually so hot and tired that it is difficult to concentrate, so many of the things I normally do at night (work on my local history books) don't happen. I read a little, look at educational websites, and play Facebook Scrabulous (addicting!). At 10:00 PM I go to bed and Puff comes and climbs on top, looking to play. And the next morning it starts all over again.
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I look at websites and see what Obama and Clinton are up to and play with the cats until it is time to put on my workclothes (an oxford shirt, blue jeans or Carhart jeans, army boots) and get in the car and drive 20 minutes north to the digsite. The last minute or so, going north on the road being constructed, is always the exciting part- as huge road graders roar by, seemingly ready to run me over if I don't get out of their way.
The excavation is at a prehistoric site dating from about 1200-1400 AD. The new road and utilities pass through a portion of the site that contains pit structures, pits, and human remains and dog burials. My task is to remove the remains in a respectful manner so that they can be returned to Native Americans for reburial. The worksite is hot and windy, the dirt is a very fine silty sand that covers you by the end of the day. Frequently I blow my nose the next morning and dirt comes out.
We start to pack up at 2:15 and around 2:40 I'm back home. I step into the shower and the water runs off me a dark muddy color. The walls of my shower and spotted with dirt- I really need to scrub that off. I'm usually so hot and tired that it is difficult to concentrate, so many of the things I normally do at night (work on my local history books) don't happen. I read a little, look at educational websites, and play Facebook Scrabulous (addicting!). At 10:00 PM I go to bed and Puff comes and climbs on top, looking to play. And the next morning it starts all over again.
