The other day I went for a walk along the river. It’s always nice to get outside and breathe the fresh air, especially when it’s mid-November in the Midwest, but the lack of rain this year meant the nearby river was particularly low. I’ve been called a hoarder before, so I didn’t think anything of it when I picked up a few of the many smooth black stones that must have been unceremoniously dumped on the side of the water.
Back at the old workshop (ahem, apartment) I rinsed them clean and tried to figure out what to do with my new handful of…well, rocks. They happened to be exceptionally flat on the bottom – not a wobble found – so I shellacked them with a few coats of glossy varnish and put them to the test as condensation catchers. There’s nothing like a functional memory!