My rocks are turning away. I guess it’s been about half a week now. I’ve gotten used to the sound at night and I seem to be sleeping well lately.
I’d been picking up rocks on every beach walk for months. Carlsbad, La Jolla, anywhere. More rocks than I know what to do with, but I suppose someday that will change.
The tumbler lives in the bathroom/closet, which puts it at just the right remove from the bedroom. Loud enough to notice, not loud enough to stop you sleeping, once you get used to it.
February 2002. Rock tumbling runs for days at a time — you load in rough stones with grit slurry and let the drum grind them smooth.