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Beryl in Quartz
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Fine weather, 18. 20, 25 degrees, and I've been out and about. And found some stuff, finally, that's giving me hope (because the job, lets be real, in this weather is nothing but despair).
A big rock, quartz, but of interest is a large - maybe 6 or 7 cm long crystal that runs down the middle - hexagonal, Beryl, I'm guessing, the non-gem variety of Emerald, but it fills me with hope, it shouldn't be here, none of the mining reports I read mention anything other than Black Tourmaline, this one, white or colorless (it would need a fair bit of cleaning) is a pretty large and fine specimen, not pretty, but there will be better when I find the source...
And the other treasure hunting season is underway. 3 days until I'm living in the woods, there will be time...
Every Waiters Nightmare
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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(A few nights ago the restaurant filled, 19 tables inside, 4 on the patio, I was the only one on. It was every waiter's nightmare. Some of the customers got it, some didn't, I couldn't even begin to keep up with the apologies, let alone the service. Summer is coming. And surviving the nightmare I knew there'd be dreams...)
That I'm in the restaurant, people coming, going, the restaurant but not this restaurant, the same but not, and everyone is arriving and ordering and I'm not keeping up, despite it not obviously being all that busy, making drinks, clearing tables, forced into idle chit-chat by tables that don't understand...
...and I realize that I'm dreaming, that I don't have to be doing this, I can do whatever I want, yet still I continue to make their drinks, bring their food, wake up, fall back asleep, to the same dream, realize that I'm dreaming this, accost one of the customers for sex, she consents, people around are trying not to pay attention, but it's my dream after all and I'll do whatever I want, I break from sex for a minute to go and pour some drinks, bring some food, get back to her, she didn't think she'd be getting lucky, she must be dreaming as well, she's taken the break while I'm running around to start to trim up her bush, rug, she's grown it a bit Kootenay Style, ...
...from her to another customer I didn't realize was here, shes staring at me in shock and horror, me, fornicating away in the middle of the restaurant, "What? You want sex too?" I ask her, she demurely looks down and quietly answers "Yes"...
(A restless dream, not good, never able to escape the restaurant, the expectations of others, not, despite the content, even the least big sexy, more about how I've made myself slave and prostitute to the expectations of others...something to think about.)
Friday 13th
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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A couple of weeks ago, paranoid, I'd be pulled over by the cops (and there were lots), it'd be a shit night at work, something always goes wrong...
And trying to root out the source of the superstition, I remembered first hearing of it when I was a kid, maybe 6 or 7, my mom was reading to me "Tom Sawyer", and it came down to that scene where Tom and Huck are digging for buried treasure, only they realize that it's Friday the 13th, and so give up and reschedule. No spoilers here. But an amusing recollection...
Cousins, Cannonballs, Kootenay Camps
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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From Batshit, an old photo with his annotation on the bottom (amusing):
And, exploring:
(Boulder with lichen, good textures)
(moss covered car seat/sofa, great for a fashion photoshoot...)
(Outdoor plumbing. Just because your in the woods doesn't mean you have to use the woods.)
(old mining equipment)
(and a cache of old milling balls. Which I'm going to rebrand and call Kootenay Cannonballs...from the war for Independance of ...nevermind, they're cool, they'll sell)
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