The Crystals

When I was in the process of buying my house, there was one element that I knew I would have to take care of immediately. The crystals.

Outside of my house, lining the sidewalk that leads to my front porch and surrounding circular flower beds, are white/opalescent quartz crystals. I hated them. I thought they were tacky. But unfortunately, they were also embedded in concrete, so to remove them would take a lot of work, and most likely a little money. So I've just dealt with them, and they've actually kind of grown on me.

Last night I was mowing my yard when a guy at the house next door to mine peeked over the fence and got my attention. I reluctantly turned off the mower (I was afraid it wouldn't start again after it had been turned off) so I could hear him. He told me that his fiance's grandparents lived in my house their entire lives. That explains some of the hideous "old person" decor choices.

He said that they put a lot of work into the house, including putting up the privacy fence that surrounds it, and of course, installing the crystals. He explained that his fiance's grandfather went to Bauxite every weekend and dug up the crystals by hand to be able to put them in their yard, as a gift to his wife. He hand-dug those suckers, poured the concrete, and placed them side by side. All for his wife.

In light of that, I am so very glad that I didn't get rid of those crystals. My uncle's crazy girlfriend came by to see my house a few months back, and she absolutely loved the crystals and swore that they would bring me good karmic energy. I find it ironic that my ex was dead-set on getting rid of the crystals, he hated them, and tried to knock them from the concrete with a rock bar. I think the crystals actually got rid of him.

Maybe, just maybe, they'll bring me the good fortune of finding a man who would hand dig ugly quartz crystal just to make me happy.