This makes me think of my Mom...(sorry guys, for the next...however long, I'll probably be telling a lot of stories and memories)....
We went up to the state forest, and Mom wanted rocks for her yard. (I was a child, and I have no idea whether we could take rocks from state land...so don't chide me and ruin my memory)...
We...my Mom, my Dad, my brother Scott (who is challenged) and I spent all morning huffing and puffing picking up these huge rocks. (Seemed huge to me.)
In recollection, we're really blessed there were no rattlesnakes under any of them.....
One of the rocks, which took three people to load, was finally in...when my brother looked at my Mom and said, "I don't EVER want to hear, Look-Another-Rock! as long as I live. I hate damn rocks."
And we all laughed and laughed (and Dad and I secretly agreed with him.)
But for years....when Mom and I would be out, she'd look for boulders...impossibly large to move, and say, "hey look, another rock!"
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