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Rock n Roll

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This week there is no rock of the week.  This week all of the rocks are a rolling!

My lapidary cart has everything I need for the gemstone tumbling process, including two Lortone double barrel rotary tumblers.

I spend on average up to 10 hours a week on maintenance: oiling the machinery, changing the slurry and grit, cutting slabs and pre-shaping rough rock to be tumbled. 

Mondays and Fridays are my rock days.  I get to witness what trans-formative wonders are revealed through the tumbling process.  Today is Monday so after I write this I will be checking on my tumblers.

This month they contain Emeralds, Indian Rubies, Laboradite, Amethyst, Extra Red Rose Quartz, Yellow and Black Jaspers, Carnelian and Tourmaline among others.

The tumbling process can take up to 8 weeks…so patience (and caution) is a must!

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Ugg…Summer is over!

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This is me picking through rocks down at Ashbridges Bay, Toronto, for beach glass and other interesting finds.

I lost baby ugly at White Cliff Beach near Vancouver B.C.  Actually, I set her afloat to become a mermaid one year at a “family” picnic.  Not real family, not bio family.  My Step dad’s friends.  A concoction of alcoholics, thieves, bikers and just out of jailers.  They were as close knit as any other woven family.

Those were the highlights of my summers as a kid.  Crossing the Lions gate bridge onward to the “far away” beach.  Roaming freely on the ocean rocks-fearful the tide would come on fast and we’d be trapped at sea.  Amidst a never ending blue neither ending at sky or sea.  Bringing home hermit crabs, smoking with my “cousin”.  Pondering the drug addled almost adult topless girls making out with their boys.

Always loved the beach….perhaps being a water sign has something to do with it.

Summer is over once again.  Throughout the Winter I will be transforming my finds, my precious beach finds,  transforming them wondrously into jewelry and sculpture. Humming the still haunting tune of baby uglie’s lullaby.