So here I am again, this time writing a post in a cafe. Too much late night coffee! Oh the horrors of trying to sleep tonight.
Anyway, some updates:
I wouldn’t say I’ve mastered MS Access, but it is no longer mastering me! And I have things to register, always good. We’ve finally commenced digging - the backfill from the previous season is mostly removed and some squares have started work. Speaking of work, the workmen arrived so things are moving along at a much faster clip.
The wind is up. Everything I own is covered in a light layer of very fine dust. Not much we can do about that. I’m more worried that the tent is going to blow down on me. This isn’t even the worst we’ll get, either. The sand storms that we’ll be getting in a few months are supposed to make this weather look like a light spring breeze.
We’ve also had some rain! Not much, but just enough to send our poker game scrambling for shelter. The rain was less wet than one night when the water was just condensing out of the air onto everything. It was running off the roof and the sky was clear. WEIRD!
Today we had 6 buses of visitors show up for the fort-museum we're camped next to. The tourists (probably workers for a company, maybe an oil refinery, getting a "cultural trip") rode 1.5 hrs in a bus for a half hour stop and then 1.5 hrs "home." Mostly they just used our bathroom. The director sat and watched to make sure they stayed out of the ladies room. Then they came and wandered into our housing complex. Peering into our tents. One of our archaeologists tried being nice and explaining what we were doing etc etc but when it kept happening I finally just told them "this is our home, please leave." I'd be more polite and visitor friendly if they didn't just wander into the middle of our courtyard where we are sitting and walk straight up to the tent doors and look in. HELLO!? We're sitting right here, how about you ask us what's up or say hi or something, don't just try to go into our tents!
Oh, and before I forget. Replies to comments:
@ Corrine: I always end up getting up to pee in the middle of the night. I am NOT looking forward to my first sand storm-bathroom trip. But it is inevitable.
@ Jennie: Right now I'm cataloging iron nails. But there will be other stuff, like beads, rings, spindle whorls, weights, and coins. And before you ask, no, I can't take pictures. :-(
@ Jacki: If I feel like shaving, which I might once a week until it gets too cold to wear capris (which will probably be next week), I use shaving cream and a bit of water. I can shave with less than a cup of water. But mostly I'm not worried about shaving. Who am I trying to impress? Not even my dear Dane minds if I don't shave for months at a time, so I normally don't shave in the winter anyway.
Was that Too Much Information? Just keepin' it real folks!
Speaking of shaving, the men have discovered the local barber. Once a week or so the guys come back with amazingly smooth faces. Softer than my skin, for sure!
BTW, can anyone tell me WHY I need to wait 6 hours to download 700 MB of data? Don't tell me about bandwidth, processing speed, and metasourcing (I just made that one up, but doesn't it sound clever?), it's because the internet hates me, right? This means I might, just might, some day soon, spend the night in a hotel so that I can have LONG TERM access to internet.
YES DAVID TENNANT IS THAT IMPORTANT.
Also I'd like some privacy, since I'd like to skype my husband and I don't need all of Doha looking over my shoulder. Yes, buddy, I saw you looking....
That's about all from here. Think of me the next time you vacuum.