Monday, June 18. Progress was
Monday, June 18.
Progress was fairly slow in the trench. We were working on uncovering the tile scatter, which meant that it was all trowel-and-brush work.
I didn’t mind. The others seemed to feel a need to keep conversing - and about the most trivial subjects, too! I had mentioned the amazing conversations which I had been tangent to in the first few days - the ones about boys, I mean, or about movies, or about popular songs, or about music. This sort of thing kept up. I began to wonder - did ‘normal people’, the sort whom I had always believed to be a myth, actually exist? Could it be that I was on a dig with a number of them?
This seemed preposturous. Basilitta had already had a paper published in an archaeological journal. Ferlogitta was a southern belle goth with an avocation for Anne Rice novels. Theodonato knew more obscure movies and actors than anyone I had ever heard of. Surely they couldn’t be normal!
But if so, then why this sort of conversation? Why did they all take certain things for granted? Did we perhaps each quietly assume that ‘normal’ might be our lowest common denominator, and so talk like that so as to have some sort of communion with each other?
Actually, I think that none of them put nearly that much thought into it.
Hi! Sorry to break the flow, but I felt you needed someone to say hi! here. I like the descriptive narrative. Thumbs up.
September 17th, 2002 at 4:25 pm