It doesn’t look like much, but this rock is one of my favorite things. It’s a relic of our summer 2000 trip to NAS Whidbey Island with our friend Brian (that’s Commander Albro to the rest of you). There’s a stony little beach not far from a pedestal-mounted EA-6B that we stopped to see. Brian let his dogs out to run, and Arlene and I walked on the beach with David and Thomas. I grabbed a rock to throw it in the water and was immediately struck by its texture and heft, so I brought it back home.
I keep it on my desk, just under my phone, so I can pick it up and hold it while I’m on the phone, or when I’m thinking about something. Some people doodle; I play with my rock. It has a wonderful texture, slightly grainy but smoothed by untold years of wind and wave action. It’s oval in shape, so it fits well in my hand. I don’t know why I like it so well (and I sure don’t know why I felt like blogging about it), but I do. It’s wonderful to me that of all the beautiful creations on God’s earth, I have this little nonperishable piece that I can keep nearby for days when I don’t make it out of the bunker.
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