Novella following... fairly warned.
First and foremost, a friend with weed is a friend indeed! A buddy gifted me with a few bits and shared some time and banter with me as we enjoyed. I was feeling slightly like I had cheated, but I'm good with being a weak willed simpleton, so I'm way over it already. Sorry to bail on Lex... but I'll bet he's already forgiven me for my sins.
Top shelf stuff. My buddy does know where to get the good stuff... no doubt. Not mine... but we covered that "weak willed" stuff already. He said it was something vaguely 'chemically' named... one doesn't push the gift horse too hard after all... I rolled my eyes a bit and tossed out some possible ones but all those darts missed the board by a mile. It was an 'active high' kind of stuff. Fun.
We spent some good time talking. Mostly about MJ of course. I spent a lot of time expressing pessimism regarding any implementation of MMJ in LA. Nice to spend some time and conversation with someone other than the Missus or the Mutt. Despite my regular journeys and mindless banter with tourist, I really am a touch too disconnected from others.
Secondly, I must immediately register the love from SweetSue (you know I'm serious when I use your 'proper' name rather than SS!). My needs for such things are usually extremely rare and I'm actually well prepared for even the dreaded (gulp!) spider mite outbreak. One of the huge pluses to growing in pure perlite is the lack any environment for them to get their start in. I used to do normal neem treatments, but probably have not done even that in a year. Nuthin. Bugs are just completely out of control outside the shed. All my outside garden has leaf miners, thrips, various caterpillars, snails. You name it, it's hangin around somewhere. Not inside. It blows me away. Not even gnats.
So... ya.... find some nube that lives in a hot world and is trying to grow outdoors and make their day bettah... buggins suck!
So special to be on your mind. Thanks!
Wait... gummy bears are roaring... I must punish them.
Spent the day working. Did my run this morning on bicycle. Saw an LED street lamp in a garbage can on my way in. Wasn't there on the way home dammit. Did duplex showings all day. Snaked a drain. Laid some tile. Cleaned. Then I got stoned and it was all better.
Now... down to biz...
Yeah, they passed a law here in PA too and then promptly f'd it up with complications that'll take two years to get up and running. I mean, what were they doing for the two years this fought its way to the top of the pile? That's as crazy as doctors in states going legal and not taking any advance time to learn about cannabis. If you're a doctor and your state is leaning towards legalization you should be all over educational services before they vote. Or is that just me?
Don't get me started dammit! So long... we've been fighting this fight for so long and progress is starting to seem a bit empty.
Tead, it breaks my heart that you're without. Hang in there my friend. Better days are ahead. When's the next harvest? If my BIL gets kicked from the building I'll stay in my apartment and wait him out. That means I'll for sure go dry before my next harvest. You'd think we could get this formula to work better for us, wouldn't you?
Talented cultivators incapable of keeping a steady supply. Where's the key to Graytail's vault when you need it? Lol!
These thoughts have all been near and dear to me as well. We do such small scale things... any little ripple in the sea has dramatic outcomes. In my case, 2 plant losses in a row a while back are the cause of the current woes. In my situation, I can, and did start recovery instantly by putting clones down. Shame you'll have to delay that a bit, thus causing a few more of your cars to be empty in the supply train. Nerd note... the phrase 'supply train' actually originates from the horse and wagon trains... not our modern railroad devices.
when a little ray of sunshine finds it's way down, angles through the bars in the window and hits the floor for a minute.
Oh look!!! It's a pretty, pretty light!
As James Taylor sang "You've got a friend."
I still love JT. Especially some of his newer stuff. I used to know a 6yr old named 'Cecelia'. Her mother shook her head every time I serenaded her young daughter. She was shaking her head mostly because... well... you know... we just shouldn't really be singing those sorts of lyrics to such young ladies after all. I sure hope the young lady was not scarred for life. Her parents fled the country many years ago over some significant financial shenanigans.
Not to mention the cost factor of being an ounce a week abuser makes it much more affordable to grow my own.
Amen! The Missus would have my ass if I were dropping that dime on a regular basis. And really, I'd kick my own ass too.
I keep trying to cut back on consumption, but I stay awfully close to three to four ounces a month myself. I don't think of it as abuse. I think of it as "normal."
I went through the desentiziation protocol, set my optimal dose at three hits, then blew that dose right out of the water with back-to-back days of double brownie doses. Lol!
We are a spoiled lot.
Indeed! Funny some of the dances we do. Hard to place artificial limits on something that gives us such joy.
Desentiziation protocol ? I could probably use a little of that myself. After my wake and bake it's just smoking. No buzz, just habit. Doesn't matter if it's homegrown or Co.store bought, after the first buzz of the day it's just smoking.
I think of it as providing a 'background radiation' function that allows me to pass easier thru a world that can be very jarring. A mental buffer that makes my world more tolerable.
Enough banter... time for a bowl and some sleep... perhaps to dream, perhaps not.
I've got six different strains on hand and won't even entertain the thought of commercial grass ever again. Not to mention the cost factor of being an ounce a week abuser makes it much more affordable to grow my own.
