Old rocks vs. new rocks

It's a good thing you can't tell an old dirty rock from a new dirty rock. As long as the general number of buckets of rocks in the garage doesn't change, I know that my wife could not possibly know that any new additions have been deposited. That's important because great stuff keeps showing up at my office, which coincidentally has a different mailing address than home. 

I got a sack full of ocean jasper to play with. Some will tumble, some I'll preform and throw in the Lot O and some I'll leave alone.

I also got some Brazilian agate to keep me busy on the saw. Because plenty of refrigerators need rock magnets.

This one reminded me of the sun setting over the surf. Where's my lounge chair and bucket of Corona?

After this next MFRB arrives on Friday, I better slow down a bit. My small operation doesn't process material very rapidly, so the backlog develops. It's the ever increasing level of rock in those buckets that may be my undoing.