I Never Thought I Was a Slacker
We have been steadily toiling at an archaeological field school since very, very early in the morning. My back hurts, my arms ache, and my feet throb in my boots. By 11:56 a.m., we dare to wonder aloud if it will be lunchtime soon-?
Ordered like naughty children to return to our posts, I spend the rest of the day trying to figure out how to avoid work, and glancing at my watch every other minute. I hope it’s not as obvious as it feels. My son works together with me, he doing most of the heavy work, as we laugh and talk away the hours. Nearby excavators chat and the time slowly ticks by, haltingly, grudgingly, every five minutes seeming to be hours.
It’s then that it dawns on me: I am a slacker… and I don’t like slackers.
Nevertheless, I am cheered by the fact that, while the university students arrived 15 minutes late, and left 15 minutes early, Petya and I have stayed the course.
Picking up the pace, there’s a new spring in my step as the hours pass, I reach beyond the comfort zone, and the familiarity of the field surrounds me.
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