This was the hardest cut. Carnival was a tough one too, but this one..... I'm just heartbroken guys.
She was on her way to being another stellar harvest.
The MBM2 is cranking away and making a potent olive oil extraction with the CBD Critical Cure to start the process.
I saved two colas from the Critical Mass and four from the Critical Cure. I can dry them without much trouble or concern and make the tinctures I'd planned on for my daughter with the Critical Cure and a tincture for myself with the Critical Mass. That plant's terpene profile is a strong draw for me. I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be my medication.
I'm going to salvage much more than it felt like this morning. I'll have a supply for edibles if nothing else. The Criticals will work as meds whether or not they were properly decarbed, and because you don't get high with them anyway you'd have no way of knowing. I'm certain I got it right though. I tried not to get rushed.
My daughter came and sat with me while I chopped. She's encouraged that I'll be looking into moving into my brother's apartment, below her. She has no problem with my singing. Before we're done this will turn out to be the best thing that could have happened.
The irony here is that one of my primary reasons to grow was to find a strain that could help my brother-in-law. He's been aware all along that I was growing. Just the other day I discovered that the Critical Cure would be a good one for him and had left him a note to that effect. He took offense at the note, that he needed any help, despite the fact that he was involved in the start of my growing. Despite the fact that he's been cursing me with a string of profanities through the floorboards since November. In trying to help him I hurt myself.
My daughter's adamant that I have no dealings with him ever again. I have this quirk in my character which compels me to keep giving you another chance. He's I'll. How do I hold his illness against him? You see the conflict this creates for me? This isn't the first time he and I have gone round like this. Bipolar disorder is a terrifying illness. She's let me know I'm done with this individual. I think that's good advice.