I just went out onto the deck to take a picture of my rock, and I can't find it. Which is troubling. It's a tiger-eye, unpolished, about the size of a fist. It's got a gorgeous blue vein in it. I first found it in my back yard when I was about six... which is interesting, because my father had actually brought it back from Brazil in 1968, where he'd found it. He'd cast it into the back yard for some reason. I kept it in my aquariums from the age of 6 until the age of 17 or so, at which point my depression was too keen to maintain living things. I gave the tiger eye to a buddy and promptly forgot about it. I was over at my buddy's place (in Los Angeles, a thousand miles from home) when I looked down in the parking lot and found the tiger eye again. He'd brought it from new Mexico to Pasadena, from Pasadena to Laguna Beach, from Laguna Beach to West Adams, and had decided it was just a rock. I promptly picked it up and put it in one of my planters out on the deck. I think it was in one of the planters that plummeted 3 stories due to the dry rot that's consuming my apartment complex. Either way, the rock I thought was it was actually just one of many rocks I brought back from Santa Barbara to put in an aquarium. These rocks are otherwise unremarkable. Perhaps I shall have to go voyaging down below in search of my rock tomorrow.
It's a tiger-eye, unpolished, about the size of a fist. Sounds like an ideal candidate for a child to find and do something utterly devious with.I just went out onto the deck to take a picture of my rock, and I can't find it. Which is troubling.