What’s your favorite time of day?
May 9, 2019

When I was twenty I worked construction one summer on a five-mile stretch of Interstate 80 near Grand Island, Nebraska. The bathrooms on the site were portable, of course. After that first close encounter with -- what? -- twenty (or so) grasshoppers, I decided to wait until our trips into town for lunch to use the bathroom.

Which meant not drinking much water for long stretches. In that heat! Can you imagine?

I spent a rare day off sunbathing on a raft in a nearby lake. I went back to work the next day with a blistering sunburn that covered my stomach, which made bending over to shovel concrete even more painful than it already was. Not only that, but I didn’t want to be accused of not pulling my weight (so to speak) -- so, while I couldn’t shovel as much as the guys, I took fewer breaks. My back hurts just thinking about it.

Our foreman came to get us at the end of the day, and the sight of his pickup meant freedom. For a few hours, anyway. Until it was time to go to bed and have the usual nightmares of doing the whole thing all over again. But you know what I mean.

Is this when I decided dusk was my favorite time of day? I think so!


Thanks to Patricia Rossi for inspiring this post. And the next one!