I would love to be able to vape. Haven't tried it yet, and the only reason is cost. On my limited income I'd have to save for two years and hope there wasn't a point when that stash had to go to food money. Kind of an impossible goal out here on the financial edges of society, but it's a goal, and I have a habit of making my goals materialize, so in its right time.
I prefer to eat my meds. I find the edible high to be more level, carrying me at a higher level and over a much longer span than smoking ever did. The idea of actually being able to fully distinguish the favors of the strains fascinates me. Maybe it's time to start that savings fund. I'll be 62 on the 8th. I think it might be a sweet present to myself to commit to that vaporizer and actually start saving for it.
And I'm with Llama - I like to get high. Any mode works for me. Hahaha!
I just ate my last brownie, and there's nothing to make any more with until I harvest next. Here I am again, at that "lull" we all love so dearly.
I have a small smokable quantity that may last a couple days if I let it, which I might not, because we all know you get down to the tiny bits and the brain says "f**k it, smoke it all, let it rip".
Rather than rush something into use I'd prefer to take the next plant on its timeframe and have some ready for my birthday. I haven't been completely without now for a few months. That was a good run, and if I weren't so fond of my current med levels, I'd have more left, but oh well.
There's a tent full cooking away. I get to practice patience, one of those attributes I'm least fond of.
It's funny, because my best friend and I were just talking about how everything in life happens at its right time. We were laughing at how I understand that concept, and accept it as a fundamental truth, but me being me, I'm still going to push at it to see if I can still get it to happen yesterday. It just that once I've accepted the inevitability of something I want to get on with it already.
I did that with Dale. I waited, and waited, and waited for him to see who I was, to accept my inevitable place by his side. At one point, as he was preparing to accept an offer of a ride home for the night I simply couldn't tolerate his feet-dragging any more, so right there in front of the woman who introduced us to each other, I turned, looked him straight in the eye and said "stay". That was it. That's what it took. Me being the one twisting in the wind, completely exposed.
I can't tell you how frightened I was that he'd say no, how terrified I was that he'd stay. I got 35 passionate years out of that daring move. Life is all about risk........Huh, maybe that message out of the blue the other day
was for me.
Somewhere around here there's a tent I haven't been into yet.