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Written by: Rod Boyle

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Published: 05 August 2022

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Tuesday, pay bills. After Stupid Money I find I'm not anywhere as rich as I think. 

In the evening, test out the new phone / Camera with some generic views of Nelson and the Orange bridge. I'll post those later. 

Wednesday, up early and off to the races. First stop, and aquamarine/black tourmaline pegmatite. A couple of hours banging and very little found. This location needs a backhoe - it's there, the logging road criss-crosses the pegmatite - the first intersection has it filled with garnets, the second with black tourmaline and a little off-color aquamarine/beryl at the seams. But it's hard smashing up the rock. Worth another visit, but need to line up some heavy equipment...

The other two stops of the day, both locations that held promise for quartz crystals - some previous finds, but none today. So they're now scratched off the list and ruled out for the rest of summer, no need to revisit, the pay-off too low to be worthwhile.

Then, out of the heat, the drive up lake to the ferry, the drivers side front wheel is making a rubbing sound, perhaps a rock stuck in the brakes? It gets worse.

Stop, a fashionable cafe filled with mosquitos in Crawford Bay, try a couple of appy's, they're trying for upmarket city food but somehow not-quite succeeding, interesting but not particularly worthwhile. 

Ferry, drive to Nelson, I work again in the morning. The rubbing on the wheel grows worse, I'll have to dismantle and see what's up, whether I have a warped rotor and need new brakes or if it's as simple as a rock caught in the brakes/wheel, this will be determined on Monday...

Prospecting, this summer - despite all this extra time off, has not been so far too successful. Time now to highlight some new roads on the map and once again begin voyages of discovery...

Stupid Money

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Miscellany

Published: 05 August 2022

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And the last day of my 5 day long stretch, Monday August first, the August Long, the day of stupid money. My first table tips $25 on a $50.00 bill. 

And the day continues in that vein. Dag, $20, the Golfers, $50 in the hand, another couple, 20% on the bill, another $20 in the hand, another single man, $20 in the hand...

This was not all. 

I'm a currency press. 

The whole of the 5 days, the August long weekend, they've been the Mt. Everest for the restaurant, our busiest days of the year, and Monday, this is the Summit.

I make stupid money, which I argue against, but - come Tuesday I discover that stupid money only lightly pushes against the tide of unstoppable bills. 

In a peculiar museum, the bottom of a disused pool

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 05 August 2022

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I'm in a house high up on a forested mountain. The basement, an empty disused tiled pool that spirals upstairs...I don't think to try and figure out how the pool keeps level, accepting that it spirals up over a couple of floors...

Upstairs, a dark paneled room, there's a museum or art exhibit of sorts, curiosities, books with leather-tooled custom bindings done in the fantastical shapes of demons heads and gargoyles. Opening them they're like the "Codex Seriphinianus", an inventory of colors, shapes, writing in foreign languages, they're all puzzles, riddles wrapped up in enigmas and mystery...

The objects are as well curious, of no discernable function or purpose, this resembles an orrery, but isn't, this a compass, or globe, but not, and so forth. Everything beautifully done, but inexplicable. Somehow I think that maybe it all explains itself...

Outside a cool fall day.

Discussing with the other visitors I find that the owners of this curated collection of absurdities explained it all the night before, at the gala opening, I missed it, but - somehow I think I know them - and I'm thinking of this bigger goth couple that would show up and buy my curiosities for sale in Calgary, these must be the people hosting this...