I have this interest in stones. As much as possible, I would want a
masonry Los Angeles County company to provide me space for my favorite gemstones. Learning from a friend, my birthstone is opal. That friend of mine who is an employee at a
stone work San Diego County corporation showed me different kinds of stones he collected since his Woodstock days. According to him, opal is his second to the least favorite stone. Not so uplifting, I thought.
At first I thought opal is just a gemstone of commonality. Unlike precious stones like diamond, opal is just so ordinary. You might think that from here, I will put opal in a pedestal because of that first sentence. Well, maybe a bit but not so much. Lets just say that while I was checking out the new bridge courtesy by my friends
concrete ramp Orange County staff, I found a dark opal cemented on the ramp. Destiny? Coincidence? Calling? No and I dont care.
I immediately called the attention of those people doing the project on installing
concrete in San Diego County. They confirmed my poor judgment, that, it was definitely an opal. The guys told me that they seldom encounter these kinds of situations. However, when circumstances come like these, they always let the guy in their team to keep the gemstone for himself. Although, I dont work for them, they still gave me the stone I found on the floor of the ramp just above a
retaining wall in Los Angeles County.
I took my very own Eureka! home and showed it to my wife. She said she wants someone with a good eye to take a look at the stone. An Aussie friend from Coober Pedy came the morning after with his gadgets that compensated to his blurred 20/20 vision. Louis told us that I found a six carat black opal which explains the (duh) dark color of the stone.
Louis said if I could find someone who could polish my raw stone and turn it into an extra fine-quality, I could sell it for $9,000. When Louis stopped explaining, my jaw drop on the floor.
$9, 000? You got to be kidding me! But thats according to someone who specializes in gemstone. As a guy who always considered practicality as a way of life, I immediately formulated a list on what to buy for myself and for my wife.
So what happened after that? Well, nothing. My wife said I should keep the stone. She said maybe it was meant to be mine as long as I live. I think shes talking crap. But shes my wife! Shes this precious gemstone whose prophecies always turn right.
I went to a guy who polished my opal for a discounted price. Then I put it in the garden. Like I said, I always want a space for my gemstone. And there it is. Sitting pretty beside the small water fountain.
