Saturday, my friend Sam, called to say he was up to (rather than for, he’d just had surgery on his shoulder days before) a walk. It was warm, in the 70’s and a perfect time to visit "my rock". Sam, by profession, is a stone guy. He was the first person I called when I discovered that the ROCK had been vandalized. I couldn’t leave it that way. For years, and years, I have walked to and by this rock. I stop there. I meditate on things there. I enjoy the sun in it’s company. I love this rock. I have more affinity to it than with most.. oh well, it gets pretty strange, best to stop here, huh?. I wanted to have my rock whole. Twice before I had found the pieces that the vandal pulled off, set them back in place. Each time it happened more pieces had fractured off. The last time, C and I had put the largest piece out of harms way behind the rock.
Five pieces have been restored to their places, I haven’t found them all. It’s a three dimensional puzzle I’m trying to solve.
I promise this will be the last picture of the fleece called Bess that I show in the washed state. Last night as I went to put more of the dry fleece into the bags, I found Sammy curled up on my drying racks, cozied in Bess.
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Can anyone tell me how to put that little Google Search tool on my blog? I wanted to search my archives and had to do it month by month.
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( I really screwed up this post. Figuring I could change the size of the pictures in ‘edit’, I just clicked and dragged… no good. As I was about to download them from the camera AGAIN, it started to beep and the battery went dead. I’m stuck with fuzzy pictures. @$#!!! )
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12 responses to “The Rock”
Hey, some of us like ‘the fleece called Bess’. I’m still reeling at the thought of 9 pounds of fleece.
Nature vandals are incredibly ignorant. Speaking of ignorant, I don’t know how to set up the Google search tool (looking forward to someone else’s reply here), but when I want to search for something on my blog,have success by googling the blog name plus the topic.
I am very fond of rocks (I love my pudding stone) & am most impressed you have rescued this special rock. I’d be tempted to lug it home with me in the two pieces. I’ve been known to trick people who walk with me and get them to carry big rocks back. Nobody walks with me anymore… Bess is fuzzy by nature so I think she looks great. Sammy does too.
Rock people are a rare breed. Thank you for adopting and trying to save that one — it is an honorable profession.
I don’t know how to set up the Google search tool either but sure would love to find out.
Yeah. We like the fleece. I’m fascinated, city girl that I am, with the process I get to experience vicariously with you. Keep it up. And take care of that rock. You never know when you might need it.
Love the rock puzzle! Keep at it and keep us posted as you find pieces. I’ll email you the code for the google search.
I have the regular Google search on my site, but would also like to know how to get it to search my site. If someone knows, will you email me too? Thanks. Great rock!!
I love your rock..I had a ‘rock’ to go to growning up….I wish I had a ‘rock’ right now to go to….I have a feeling the rock enjoys your company too ;}
Bess is looking sumptous. The cat is perfect contrast.
I’m not sure the orthopedic surgeon would approve of that form of postop exercise. But I’m not telling.
I remember taking that pic of you at the rock, Judy!!!It was a wonderful day for a walk;little did I know what you really meant when you told me of the rock’s repair.
What an amazing rock!
I am laughing at Judith’s comment about lugging rocks home – who me? Tho when I read about vandalism I thought of graffiti – is the vandal mother nature using freeze/thaw to chip off pieces? Such a good friend to repair the rock for you. You know I know.