Rockhounding The Southwest

I was making sure my sat phone worked when I made an inappropriate joke to the friend I was talking to. By inappropriate, I mean that sort of joke shouldn’t be made in public. But I am not on the public airwaves. Am I?

I was wondering at the time I made that joke if someone monitors sat phone calls originating in areas of cellular service.

They shouldn’t of course, because that would mean that satellite telephone calls enjoy no privacy. A government agency would normally have to have a wiretap order to monitor one’s communications or I would have to be a subject of an investigation. I can’t see how that would be possible since I have no criminal record.

Still, I worry that the FBI will soon show up at the door. I’ll let you know what happens. If I can.

The owner got greedy and killed a good thing. But Frank also takes weeks to pay and talks badly about his wife while she, myself, and customers are around. I wanted so much to have something at a storefront that I put up with this terrible behavior for the four months I was involved. I was there for only a few hours a week but the atmosphere was completely toxic.

And this idiot also thinks that the internet isn’t important to growing his business. Didn’t thank me for the website I created for the business for no charge. I tried to show him how it looks like on my laptop and it was obvious he doesn’t know how a trackpad works. And I still haven’t been paid for my latest sale.

To hell with it.

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Here’s more info on Canadian lapidarist Christty Hazley:

Instagram: christtylovesrocks

https://www.instagram.com/christtylovesrocks/

Store name: Peaceful Pebbles

Etsy Store:

https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/PeacefulPebblesCA

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She sent me a pendant that looks like the beveled one below. I’ve sent here more rocks and different ones. No money is exchanged between us.

Look what one of my readers has done!

Christty Hazley has taken some of that crazy looking marble I found in the Kingston Range and has turned it into jewelry.

As a few of us used to say, cool beans!

I am back with most of my memory. Well, actually, not all of it. The days of treatment are a complete jumble when I try to remember them.