Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Dusting Rocks

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

 is packed away into some Rubbermaid container, or left over sour cream carton or the like, tucked neatly out of the way not requiring a dust rag or moving about to dust beneath. We're living on a boat, for God's sake.

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.

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