J: That motel buffet was pretty good yesterday.
B: It was.
J: Maybe we should go into Cambria today, try some place new?
J: But then again, we're sure to get what we want at the buffet--and as much as we want.
J: So, Jill's retiring?
B: Uh, huh.
J: She's so energetic. How's that going to work?
B: Not sure. But Jill will make it work. She can do that.
(Not sure "B" used this many words. But he did ramble on, my mind wandered, and I considered the egg sized rock pressing against my toe).
J: Wow, this is one large moonstone! Nice, huh?
J: I wonder if it came from around here. It's really large for a beach agate. Someone might've brought it from the desert...
B: You think?
J: How 'bout going back to the buffet?
B: Sounds good.
J: Mind if I keep this rock? I'll give it to Jill after I polish it."
J: Pick you up, half hour?
My polisher was down for several months but that was OK. I was exhausted after this lengthy verbal exchange and needed some rest before taking on "Jill's Retirement Rock."
Until tonight. It took some time but went well.
J: Keep on rockin' Jill.