tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825950179190805926.post6944837732973033132..comments2014-04-25T17:55:07.949-04:00Comments on <center>ConneCTingLines</center>: FIELD NOTES: A day for stones...Diane KQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09004880049291566936noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825950179190805926.post-81004963528844757342009-10-05T21:13:01.206-04:002009-10-05T21:13:01.206-04:00Thanks for the chuckle, Ratty! Which in turn remin...Thanks for the chuckle, Ratty! Which in turn reminds me of taking the kids to Florida to see their grandparents and having to bring back ALL the beach rocks they collected. Fortunately, it was before baggage needed to be weighed. Sometimes a bag of rocks is a small burden for the joy of where they came from.Diane KQhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09004880049291566936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825950179190805926.post-68120798289910988692009-10-04T23:36:40.718-04:002009-10-04T23:36:40.718-04:00Your post about stones makes me think of so many s...Your post about stones makes me think of so many stone related things. I remembered the time I learned about skipping stones. I remember teaching my little sister about collecting rocks. She still does it to this day, and she has teenage kids. It annoys her husband to no end. :)Rick (Ratty)https://www.blogger.com/profile/04062449024949497557noreply@blogger.com