It’s Monday. The Monday after a very long and tiring, but satisfying weekend at the London Gem and Mineral Show. Below is my off-the-cuff, more or less mineral-less mineral show report.
For some reason, people took note of the pseudomalachite specimen that we had for sale. It was one small specimen among the couple hundred on the table. On Saturday, within a twenty-minute span, three separate shoppers remarked, “Why Pseudo?” These folks were not looking to buy the material; they simply thought it was an odd name. A couple of people made mention of the name on Sunday, too. Next time, I will direct them to this discussion thread on Mindat that lists names that are much goofier. For example, Eurekadumpite, Kinoshitalite, and the ever popular Topatourbiolilepiquorthite which is not a mineral. It’s a rock. But everyone knows that.
It was a very busy weekend. Judging by the crowds, I’d say attendance was up, especially on Sunday. Most of the vendors I spoke with reported brisk sales. It was a good show, as far as bottom lines were concerned. As far as bottoms were concerned, I can’t spend an entire weekend sitting on a bar stool like I used to.
If I were to name the theme for this weekend, it would be “Goodwill”. People kept giving us gifts! A friend gave us a sample of a novelty stone known as K2. Another customer gave us a specimen that he thought we might enjoy. Charles Gould, the mineral book dealer, knew that Reiner was interested in the geology of Greenland, so he lent him a book on the subject. So thoughtful!
Saturday afternoon, at tea time, I heard someone calling my name. I looked across the room and there was Bob Hudyma waving me over. He offered to share some shortbread cookies. After all, can’t have tea without cookies! Too bad they were sprinkled with smoked salt. I couldn’t share with Reiner. He has to watch his salt intake.
See those cute rocks up at the head of this post? They were made by our friend and fellow rockhound Tim Jokela Jr. He tumbled and polished the stones and then assembled the critters with remnants from his fly-fishing kit. Glued-on googly eyes and voilà! Rocks with Mohawks. Kids loved ’em. As did I. When I offered to purchase my little dude, the second from the right on the top shelf, Tim gave him to me as a gift.
The nicest surprise, though, came when Reiner and I were back home Sunday evening, unpacking. He handed me a jeweller’s box and said, “Merry Christmas.” I opened the box, and there was the amber pendant I had been eyeballing ever since Lise showed it to me earlier this year.
I looked at Reiner and asked, “How did you know?” Apparently, Reiner had offered a large plate of staurolite crystals to Tim and Lise in trade for some of their mineral specimens. They knew I had my eye on the pendant. And so…
Today I rest my weary bones. But it is a good weary. The kind you get from spending time with friends. Thanks, folks.