This week has been pretty low key. After I got back from the Khirbet ‘Auja dig, I spent the weekend resting. Digging is fun, but it sure makes my muscles sore and achy.
When we were on the dig, we washed the pottery that we found each day, but everybody left before we had a chance to wash the pottery from the last day. I’ve been taking it to my apartment one pailful at a time and washing it. My dish rack works great for letting the pottery dry.
Other highlights of the week included laundry, grocery shopping, and cleaning. I also had a lot of emails waiting for me when I got back, so I’ve been working on answering those, as well. I have also spent a lot of time this week running errands that really shouldn’t have taken much time at all.
It seems like everything I try to do takes longer here. I’m not sure if it’s just a slower-paced culture or if it’s entirely due to the fact that I’m a foreigner. Things that only take a few minutes at home can take hours here. For example, I had two drawings that I wanted to scan. One was a map of the area that I am focussing on for my PhD, and the other was a plan of the Mount Ebal site.
All I wanted to do was scan them onto my computer. But first, I had to find a scanner. I wandered around campus until I found a room full of copiers. That looked promising, but they required a password to work. I stood in line at a nearby counter. When it was my turn, the lady informed me she was not in charge of the copiers. I probably would have known that if I had read the sign above her desk, but it was in Hebrew, which I still can’t read well. She directed me to a different desk. There was nobody at that desk. I waited. Finally someone showed up. He assured me that if I wanted to make copies or print from my computer, I was in the right place. But scan a paper onto my computer? No, I couldn’t do that. He directed me to the library.
I waited in line at the library desk. When it was my turn, I discovered that the librarian on duty did not speak English. I found a helpful student to translate. The librarian suggested that I use a scanner app on my phone. I explained through the translator that I needed nice files with no shadows. She tried to send me back to the copy center, but I explained that I had already been there and that they hadn’t been able to help me. The librarian asked me to wait until her coworker came on duty. I waited. The coworker didn’t speak English, either, but she took my email address and my drawings and motioned for me to wait. She disappeared into the back room. I waited. Finally she returned with my drawings. She motioned for me to check my email, and I found the scanned PDF’s there.
I had hoped to accomplish two goals: to scan the drawings and to learn for future reference where and how to scan documents. I accomplished the first goal, although it took me an hour and a half. I didn’t accomplish the second goal, though. I’m pretty sure that the librarian scanned them as a favor, not as a regular library service. If I catch her when she’s not busy, I might be able to get her to scan more documents for me in the future, but it’s not certain. My final conclusion? I should probably just buy a scanner.