Somehow, I never imagined myself as a rock collector–Annie Oakley, an astronaut, a guest at the White House, or Little Joe Cartwright’s wife, yes. But a rock collector? No.
(The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Mom!) A mail day doesn’t pass these days, it seems, without a package from some eBay seller in a far-off country. So far, I’ve gotten great stuff, at pretty reasonable prices. (In some cases, the shipping costs more than the item.)
OK, so Mom’s rocks are, well, rocks, while most of mine are some kind of mineral or gemstone–carnelian, citrine, lapis luzuli, picture