Well -- I'm too old to shovel -- but, I do have a pail...
And, as an archaeologist, I also have a trowel -- and mostly use the bucket as a seat...
'-)
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...which reminds me of one of my favorite family photos...
On one of our many family summer archaeological field schools with TAS, (the Texas Archeological Society) our middle daughter, (then about 9 or 10) used her bucket as a seat -- but forgot to invert it.
So, her skinny little fanny got stuck in the bucket! And she had great fun trotting all around the dig with a pail on her tail! (And, Dad got the ever-embarassing photo...)
'-)
TXnMA
(FWIW, "Archeological" (no "æ" diphthong) is the official "Texian" spelling...)
Well — I’m too old to shovel — but, I do have a pail...
And, as an archaeologist, I also have a trowel — and mostly use the bucket as a seat...
‘-)
[THAT IS SO COOL THAT YOU ARE AN ARCHAEOLOGIST!!!
I’m so glad you have other equipment than a shovel! Whatever it is that we bring to our Q threads, if we are in some way digging.... or synthesizing.... or organizing.... or in some way contributing..... we are set for some GOOD FUN in our sandbox!]
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...which reminds me of one of my favorite family photos...
On one of our many family summer archaeological field schools with TAS, (the Texas Archeological Society) our middle daughter, (then about 9 or 10) used her bucket as a seat — but forgot to invert it.
So, her skinny little fanny got stuck in the bucket! And she had great fun trotting all around the dig with a pail on her tail! (And, Dad got the ever-embarassing photo...)
‘-)
[Good for you and big applause for capturing that wonderful moment!!! That is such an endearing story! I’m sure your daughter has had many laughs along with her red faces over the years!
I REALLY like and identify with your daughter.
That all reminds me of a similar incident in my life for which I’m eternally grateful that for once, probably the only time in his life that Dad did not have his camera at hand.
We were gathered at a family campfire. I was all of 6 years old. It was REALLY uncomfortable on the ground - rocky, uneven, - it was just awful. I found something that was nice and cushiony. Just laying out there on the ground. I collected several and I set about arranging a nice comfortable sitting situation. I was happily sitting there with my s’mores and my Dad asked me, “what are you sitting on?” I replied that I didn’t know, but it was REALLY comfortable! He said, “let me see.”
I showed him and he let me brag on my creativity....I didn’t really notice the twinkle in his eyes and the tiny curl upward of his mouth. Then when I wound down, he asked me, “do you know what that is?” I of course, said that I did not.... but right now it was my seat cushion!
He said, “well, what you are sitting on is what we call a ‘meadow muffin.’”
“Daddy, what’s that?”
“Dried out cow poopy, little one.”
At this point, the entire family as one broke out in hoots and a deafening roar of laughter.
You can see why my poor little id is so fractured.]
(FWIW, “Archeological” (no “æ” diphthong) is the official “Texian” spelling...)
[Quite right! Of course it is.... and very proper it is, too! ]
:-D