You might have an actual junk drawer. I do. This glass dish accumulation is on a smaller scale. The items need to be evaluated and most of them discarded.
An old eraser, the end of the curtain rod, Canadian coin, a single earring, perfume sample, a button from a blouse long gone, a knotty necklace chain, a pink polished rock, a rubber stamp square, a game token, a tiny key and an ivory brooch. I need the curtain rod piece. The rock can go in the dish of polished rocks I have on my desk in the hall. Maybe I have the other clip-on earring.
Yes, it’s hail, at 8000 feet elevation. Coronado National Forest where you can “experience four seasons in a single day.”
A surprise hail storm No hail at this elevation. You can see tiny people on the rocks That’s rain Those rocks are called HoodoosAspens just starting to turn
Interstate Route 78 headed east to NYC. Usually you’d be zipping along, doing sixty-five.
The giant lighted sign said INCIDENT AHEAD! Stop-go-stop -stop! You try to not feel frustrated. You’re not getting anywhere fast. You’re stuck. Trying to get to the Holland Tunnel.
“The drive west along I-78 across New Jersey is one of the most exceptional highway geology tours of North America” geologycafe.com (I was driving East on 78 but the rocks looked the same on either side.)
Years ago I read about the Geology along Interstate 80 in an essay in The New Yorker , north of my route. I thought of that piece when I saw these rocks.
There are signs warning “Falling Rock”.
John McPhee, author of In Suspect Terrain one of four volumes now combined in Pulitzer Prize winning book Annals of the Former World writes “Human time, regarded in the perspective of geologic time, is much too thin to be observed: the mark invisible at the end of a ruler.”
