I had hoped this obsession would have passed after living ashore for six months, but alas, it continues: the curious rock collection. For five years I have been dusting my husband's remembrances of various hillsides, reefs, and random beaches. Somehow he thinks this is a quid quo pro for my shell collection, but at the end of each day of hunting each item
Oh, and let's not forget the obsession with containers: note the contents of the half shell, and the former sweet and lo container.
If he dusted only once, he would get it.