Out of Plumb

Well we are back from the trip. I thought it was a blast, my wife less so. Seems there were too many rocks and too few shops. Oregon was hot and the Madras rock digs were uneventful. Some of the sites to dig are only open once a year but the average age had to hover around 64. It was spec-geriactric-ular! Once we got off by ourselves at glass butte it was more interesting. Mountain of volcanic glass, but no, sigh, it does not twinkle in the sun. I was so disapointed. I now have hundreds of pounds of rainbow, green sheen, silver sheen, gold sheen and mahogany obsidian. If anyone has any ideas about what to do with hundreds of pounds of obsidian drop me a line. Suppository jokes will be forwarded to the proper religious authorities. All pictures of the trip are on high resolution and so I will not be posting them on my dial up connection. I do have cute shots of the dog helping us unload the trailer. Turns out that if you just wiggle under the couch and around the rocks you CAN see what everyone is doing!




As it was the first day back I didn’t do anything on the house. Lazy boy. I had a dresser sitting around that we were up in the air about keep it or sell it... It all hinged on how it looked refinished. We decided not to keep it, just didn’t fit with the rest of the real old stuff. I still have this feeling I will see it on Antiques Road Show some day and one of the twins will ask “do you want to know how valuable it would be if…”
Bastards.