I love geodes; the thing about them is having the ability to cut them open. When I was a child my family visited the gem and mineral show at the Seattle Center every year (it was probably one of those things you could do with a family free or really inexpensive) but we loved it. We never went so far as to even buy a tumbler, but the joy of looking inside rocks stuck with me. I worked for the Geology professor for two years in community college, the lab tech doing the sorting for sample trays and cleaning in cabinets full of the minerals he collected. On occasion we poked around in the store room boxes and bags for samples he needed and it was always a treasure hunt (he was also a kind of second dad, especially after my father passed away).
Two days in a row boxes were handed off to the postal carrier, and the most inspiring part of this sales work is the gradual decluttering in the front room. The 5-foot tall rolling shelves in the front hall is doing a lot of work now compared to when it was stashed in the pantry closet. I'm keeping it full of ready-to-ship boxes. I could admit defeat and give all of this away to clear the room quickly, but I might as well do what I planned and sell them. My pocketbook is happy with the results.
Good thing there is a local channel playing a lot of classic movies and musicals, it helps as background entertainment. The news is absolutely grim and reading or hearing accounts once is enough. The Unsinkable Molly Brown is on at the moment. Great musical of a cringe-worthy story. (My cousin lived near her house in Denver and years ago we took a walk to see the neighborhood. Before it was restored it wasn't a lot to look at, I see now it has been turned into a museum.)