Tonight's topic will be dreams, well for the first part at least. For those of you that know me well, then you know that I inevitably have dreams about what I do during the day, especially when it comes to the jobs I work. I've had nightmares about working on the farm, working for Panera (St. Louis Bread Co for those of you back in Stl), working at the Help Desk (the ring tone on the help desk phone has been a recurring nightmare for over a year now....I hate that ring tone so...so...much). And working at the dig hasn't changed the trend of dreams.
I will now share with you my dream from two nights ago. We spend a lot of time during the dig hours hoping that we'll find something cool or special, thus far our hole yields not very much in the cool or special department. So we spend a lot of time speculating. In my dream our team found a huge cistern (used for water storage) and we called Dr. Schuler over to check it out. He came over, looked at it and started freaking out and saying that this was the main cistern used by the "ancient water cult of the Hippos". He went on to say how this was a terrible terrible curse on us and the site and how we have to throw the weakest person into to hole and cover up the hole so that the water cult people won't come after us. So, Quinn pushed in Nikolai and then I woke up. Funny dream, eh?
Tomorrow is the last day that the Canadians will join us at the dig. I think we'll do something special tomorrow night to celebrate as a group. I know that they'll all be VERY glad to get out of the heat and back to their mud huts (or igloos?) back in Canadia. Just kidding.....(but seriously).
Earlier this week some Russians joined the dig via the University of Haifa team....I won't spend TOO much time ranting, but I find them quite annoying just by how they carry themselves. First, they don't dress appropriately to work on a dig site (nor do the girls seem to be capeable of dressing appropriately EVER)....they look like tourists and they use up valuable water resources that would be much better used on the North American and Israeli teams, not with them. Second, the only thing that is ever dirty on them is the seat of their pants. Third, you can tell by their body language that they don't give a crap about anything going on up here. Ok, so I did rant a little....but is it really so much to ask that they just go back to Russia and waste someone else's time?
Time for a picture, I think. Today's picture will give you an excellent view of what we hike up everyday at 4:50am. The hike isn't that bad for me but I know for some team members it's the worst part of the day. Anyways, here's the pic.
Here's another picture of me wielding my tool of choice.And yes, making a goofy face is a requirement for properly wielding a pick ax.
I will now share with you my dream from two nights ago. We spend a lot of time during the dig hours hoping that we'll find something cool or special, thus far our hole yields not very much in the cool or special department. So we spend a lot of time speculating. In my dream our team found a huge cistern (used for water storage) and we called Dr. Schuler over to check it out. He came over, looked at it and started freaking out and saying that this was the main cistern used by the "ancient water cult of the Hippos". He went on to say how this was a terrible terrible curse on us and the site and how we have to throw the weakest person into to hole and cover up the hole so that the water cult people won't come after us. So, Quinn pushed in Nikolai and then I woke up. Funny dream, eh?
Tomorrow is the last day that the Canadians will join us at the dig. I think we'll do something special tomorrow night to celebrate as a group. I know that they'll all be VERY glad to get out of the heat and back to their mud huts (or igloos?) back in Canadia. Just kidding.....(but seriously).
Earlier this week some Russians joined the dig via the University of Haifa team....I won't spend TOO much time ranting, but I find them quite annoying just by how they carry themselves. First, they don't dress appropriately to work on a dig site (nor do the girls seem to be capeable of dressing appropriately EVER)....they look like tourists and they use up valuable water resources that would be much better used on the North American and Israeli teams, not with them. Second, the only thing that is ever dirty on them is the seat of their pants. Third, you can tell by their body language that they don't give a crap about anything going on up here. Ok, so I did rant a little....but is it really so much to ask that they just go back to Russia and waste someone else's time?
Time for a picture, I think. Today's picture will give you an excellent view of what we hike up everyday at 4:50am. The hike isn't that bad for me but I know for some team members it's the worst part of the day. Anyways, here's the pic.
Here's another picture of me wielding my tool of choice.And yes, making a goofy face is a requirement for properly wielding a pick ax.Blessings on your respective Wednesdays America!
In Christ,
Jake
In Christ,
Jake
Haha loved the dream... it made me laugh a lot :D But please don't throw Niko into any cisterns until AFTER October.. it would make my life much more difficult.
Oh and also I thought I would just take a moment to brag to you about the 60ish degree weather I am basking in up in the beautiful Canadian Rockies :) It's actually a bit on the chilly side.. I'm rather enjoying it. But you guys go ahead and enjoy your ridiculously hot and painfully bright summer torture :D
...Your dream was so funny!!! I hope you're not doing any sleep walking or sleep talking... I'm thinking back to that night you spent on the mountain at boy scout camp in the thunderstorm. Your scoutmaster tried to wake you up to get you under the tarp, and he got you to stand up...but you were still asleep...while standing...even when it started to rain on you! As I understand it, you managed to grunt and grumble in your sleep about those nasty raindrops hitting you! Thanks to your patient scoutmaster, Randy, you survived! (Thanks again Randy!)
Oh yes... I love the pictures! More! More! More! Love ya! Mom :)