I always wanted a rock tumbler when I was a kid. I eyed the same one every year when the JCPenney catalog arrived, picturing myself polishing rock after shiny rock.
I was a bit obsessive, even as a child. Our driveway would have simply gleamed with polished rocks.
I saw a tumbler on the shelf at Michael’s today. It hit me that now that I have enough money to buy myself a rock tumbler, I don’t have any rocks.
So goes adulthood.
Entirely Adequate 
What a strange time for me to happen upon this post.
My son found an ordinary-looking rock in Dublin Park a couple of weeks ago, except that it has a beautiful crystalline structure on one end. I think the whole thing is probably a pretty piece of quartz, and what he needs is a tumbler to run it in for a week or so and see what he gets.
Had all these thoughts an hour ago. Then I read this post. Bizarre.
[…] Mrs. W. wanted us to understand practical things, like how banks and the stock market worked. She also allowed us to conduct a deeper exploration of subjects like geology – I spent hours wearing safety goggles and breaking up rocks from the driveway with a hammer to look at the patterns inside. (And still never received my coveted rock tumbler.) […]