What Rocks You

When we moved into our new home, we found rocks all over the place, tucked into corners, on shelves:  big rocks, little rocks, speckled rocks, shiny black rocks ….

“Must be a pagan or ritual thing,” I muttered to Andy, nodding at a couple of fist-sized specimens by the side door.

We didn’t realize what they were for until today. Andy asked a local when garbage pickup was, since it hadn’t been picked up since our arrival.

“Did you put a rock on the garbage box?” he was asked.

Sure enough. We put a rock on the wooden box and the garbage was picked up.

At least now we know these rocks have a practical use.

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