Trala’s Tent

[Krissi Carbone]

Mimmy Bee aka Mimosa Eva
Day 7 of Veg

I am so in love. This seed just feels special to me. I realised as I uppotted I treat my seeds like babies. From bassinet, to cot, to cot rails removed, to single bed, then finally to a queen size.

I want to share a story that is me in a nutshell, tragedy wrapped in humour. I have a short version and a long version on the off chance someone actually reads my dribble in here.

Short version

Mum and Dad are dead and my orchid is in flower.

Long version

So that pot you can see, the bull, his name is Russell. It had an orchid in it (omg apple orchid still has me cringing btw) which was doing poorly so I transplanted it to a special place in my yard, and this is where my story ends if you stick with it lollllll.

So my mum really had trouble keeping her panties on. Omg I’m getting flashbacks of my younger brother finding this big red buzzing thing in her drawer. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it definitely wasn’t the neck rub machine my brother tried to convince me it was - as he rubbed it on his neck - not even joking LOLLLLLLLLLL. So back to my original story, from a very very young age I was my mums “best friend” she used to tell me about her sexipades and conquests, and the one that burned itself into my brain was the “just after I married your dad and before you were born...”. So from that day, I think I was maybe 7 when I heard it, 11 when I reconciled what it could mean, I had this awful awful fear, my dad wasn’t mine.

Fast forward 20+years and my very sick father was in for surgery. I waited in his hospital room for his return. When he was brought back, the singlet he had been wearing was on his bed, I noticed it had blood on it so I took it telling him I would wash it, but thinking I could get it DNA checked. The two years that followed my dad slowly died before my eyes, and the singlet sat in my cupboard. Sometimes taunting me, other times crying for me. But there it sat like a smoking gun. And it stayed that way, my dirty secret. Nearly 20 years it sat. It moved with me from house to house and sat and it sat and it sat.

I confided my mental story to a friend who basically said let it go. What good will come of it? I realised to move forward I had to let the past go. So I buried his singlet in my backyard. And marked it with a cross.

Now Mum’s story, I think most of my friends in here know, my mum overdosed on oxy maybe 5 years ago. I was in charge of organising the forensic cleanup and sorting. Oh and finding an electric toothbrush beside her lounge chair was red vibrator all over again, except this time I knew the ramifications, there were defs no teeth being brushed with that thing! LOLLLL My heart broke a little when I saw she still used the purse I gave her many many years before, and it broke a little more when I found a tiny crumpled picture of my son in it. So that became my next unhealthy symbol, it actually sat in the same box with dads singlet for quite a few years, so this year on the anniversary of her death I decided to let go, and I buried my mum’s purse next to my (fingers crossed lollllingggg) dad.

Now this is where it gets funny. Imagine someone digging there and first finding a bloody singlet and then a wallet which contains licence, bank cards etc! Makes me smile when I think of it everytime I pass their spot.

Today I passed their spot and noticed my poorly orchid decided to flower for them which made me big smile.

There's Mama and Papa Bear; letting you know that souls find a way to continue on. Their presence is a part of this grow and all of your grows. All living things are connected. The "red-string" effect. Your parents are in a world now that is pure and unadulterated and yet still connected to all of the good and the bad. They have the ability to touch every living thing. They know when you and your plants need you. They know when a tainted memory needs a fresh perspective.. The memory of the crumbled picture in your mother's purse....it made my heart sink. Those are the moments that haunt you. Seeing your blooming orchid next to their buried belongings was the most bittersweet thing I have felt in a long time. Your garden is as beautiful as the love you show to them and the love you continue to hold for your parents. They're healthy, living gloriously and safe-just like your miraculous garden.

 

[Trala]

Hoping for the best!
Have you toked Mimosa? My friend shared some of his from last summer's grow and it's delightfully tasty and has a nice buzz to it!

No I haven’t, and I’m glad to hear it.

 

[Trala]

Your parents are in a world now that is pure and unadulterated

Unless my mum gets some sort of lobotomy on the way in, she’ll have that place fucked up by dinner time.



Thanks for your take on it tho. Xo

 

[Krissi Carbone]

Unless my mum gets some sort of lobotomy on the way in, she’ll have that place fucked up by dinner time.



Thanks for your take on it tho. Xo

Welp. Sometimes it's takes something really fucked up to get to something really worthwhile. Either way, beauties. Xo

 

[Roy Growin]

Unless my mum gets some sort of lobotomy on the way in, she’ll have that place fucked up by dinner time.



Thanks for your take on it tho. Xo

How's the cure going?

 

[Trala]

How's the cure going?

Oh I don’t know. Jars keep going up to 70%. I have them breathing atm. I’m back at work today so I don’t know whether to leave the jars aopenacrack - I refuse to follow jar with ajar - or shut em up. My last grow dried like brittle leaves. One rub and they would decentergrate decentregreat turn to powder.

The struggle is real.

 

[Roy Growin]

Oh I don’t know. Jars keep going up to 70%. I have them breathing atm. I’m back at work today so I don’t know whether to leave the jars aopenacrack - I refuse to follow jar with ajar - or shut em up. My last grow dried like brittle leaves. One rub and they would decentergrate decentregreat turn to powder.

The struggle is real.

If it's going up to 70 they are still too wet
Put em in a cardboard box with tissue for a couple of days
Fresh weed is over 75% water by weight and I'm told by TH that the object is to lose 50% in 10 days or so and the remaining 25% in the next 14 days

 

[Trala]

If it's going up to 70 they are still too wet
Put em in a cardboard box with tissue for a couple of days
Fresh weed is over 75% water by weight and I'm told by TH that the object is to lose 50% in 10 days or so and the remaining 25% in the next 14 days

But they feel dry. It’s been two weeks. Could it be my little humidity number catchers? Could they be faulty? And the other thing the smaller jars are 65%. Could I have too much bud in them? The big ones I mean? And can I swap paper bag for box? I don’t have a box lollll

All the questions... and I have to go to a lot of trouble to get my ? to work on this iPad. It’s like a 3 step process.

As I said the struggle is real.

? <—— 3 steps.

 

[Regrowth]

Those mini hygrometers are known to be hit or miss... part of the reason I haven't ordered any yet. You want to keep them mid 60s for as long as possible. 70% is probably fine as long as you're burping it daily still. Open the jar for 10-20 minutes twice a day every day for the first two weeks. After that you can open it every few days, then after that every few weeks, then after that once a month. If it's too wet to smoke just leave a few nugs out overnight, it's easier to lose humidity than it is to regain it. All my jars have 72% bovedas at the moment because that's all the shop had in stock... To compensate for that, a size 8 which is normally for 28g gets 35g instead... surprisingly it seems to have worked out for me.

 

[Trala]

@Emilya I got to see how covid may be affecting you and until today I never even considered that you have lost the things you rely on to communicate with facial masks.

First let me tell you about the legend I looked after today. 79 year old female admitted with a NSTEMI, diagnosed with complete hearing loss as a baby. Her father refused to learn sign saying “you must learn to speak and hear without using your ears”. Given her lip reading ability, he must have spent so much time. Her speech sounded like that guttural tone you hear in many deaf people who speak, but almost completely understandable. She is also fluent in sign as she went to a school for the deaf.

I’m not sure how deafness was managed in the US, but here right up to the 80’s, people with hearing loss were referred to as deaf and dumb, and kids with hearing loss would have to go to deaf school, this often meant boarding school for children who lived too far from the very few schools specialising in teaching sign. Deaf kids were not encouraged to learn to lip read or speak, they were taught sign, which of course limited study, career and social opportunities. In hindsight it was basic segregation.

Anyway I’m trying to communicate through a mask, and the realisation of the depth of isolation deaf people must feel, even in a room full of people, broke my heart. Up until me, all her conversations were written. I took my mask off, put on a Princess Diana land mine like face shield that has a transparent spit catcher, had her put on one too - we both are very very low covid risk, and we talked and talked and talked. Oh and FYI, she tells the BEST stories. The story on how she met her husband and lost him at 49 to cancer could have been a movie.

Everyday I do my best in my job. I try and be who my patients need me to be. Today I walked out knowing I made a difference to one person and that felt fucking AWESOME!

And I just want you to know I am so sorry if you have felt extra isolated during the last omg it’s almost two years now isn’t it!? Xo

 

[Trala]

So I came home today and looked WillE over and that one tiny growth spot remains green. While normal people see a dead plant, I see hope. Lolllll

You have no idea how much I want this plant to come back to me

Mimmy Bee is the opposite. She is growing at a super fast rate

 

[Trala]

Those mini hygrometers are known to be hit or miss... part of the reason I haven't ordered any yet. You want to keep them mid 60s for as long as possible. 70% is probably fine as long as you're burping it daily still. Open the jar for 10-20 minutes twice a day every day for the first two weeks. After that you can open it every few days, then after that every few weeks, then after that once a month. If it's too wet to smoke just leave a few nugs out overnight, it's easier to lose humidity than it is to regain it. All my jars have 72% bovedas at the moment because that's all the shop had in stock... To compensate for that, a size 8 which is normally for 28g gets 35g instead... surprisingly it seems to have worked out for me.

Omg Regrowth am I slow drying? I really don’t meant to sound like a dullard but.... Up until this point I don’t think slow drying means what I thought it meant. If I am in fact slow drying.

It looks really good, my nugs that is, and it smells almost like buds if you know what I mean. My little humidity thingys all say the same temp, or within 1 degree. And I have 3 different humidity feelers, more good luck than good management having 3 different types btw. I’m not like an addicted humidity reader or anything.

 

[Regrowth]

I think you're doing fine Trala. You want to prolong the cure for as long as possible and to do that you need to maintain the humidity. It's worth the time and effort for the added flavor and smoothness. After a month or two it's infinitely better than when you first jarred it. Once jarred you don't really want it to dry anymore; Instead you just want the humidity to stabilize and to replace the oxygen to feed the enzymes.

 

[Emilya Green]

@Emilya I got to see how covid may be affecting you and until today I never even considered that you have lost the things you rely on to communicate with facial masks.

First let me tell you about the legend I looked after today. 79 year old female admitted with a NSTEMI, diagnosed with complete hearing loss as a baby. Her father refused to learn sign saying “you must learn to speak and hear without using your ears”. Given her lip reading ability, he must have spent so much time. Her speech sounded like that guttural tone you hear in many deaf people who speak, but almost completely understandable. She is also fluent in sign as she went to a school for the deaf.

I’m not sure how deafness was managed in the US, but here right up to the 80’s, people with hearing loss were referred to as deaf and dumb, and kids with hearing loss would have to go to deaf school, this often meant boarding school for children who lived too far from the very few schools specialising in teaching sign. Deaf kids were not encouraged to learn to lip read or speak, they were taught sign, which of course limited study, career and social opportunities. In hindsight it was basic segregation.

Anyway I’m trying to communicate through a mask, and the realisation of the depth of isolation deaf people must feel, even in a room full of people, broke my heart. Up until me, all her conversations were written. I took my mask off, put on a Princess Diana land mine like face shield that has a transparent spit catcher, had her put on one too - we both are very very low covid risk, and we talked and talked and talked. Oh and FYI, she tells the BEST stories. The story on how she met her husband and lost him at 49 to cancer could have been a movie.

Everyday I do my best in my job. I try and be who my patients need me to be. Today I walked out knowing I made a difference to one person and that felt fucking AWESOME!

And I just want you to know I am so sorry if you have felt extra isolated during the last omg it’s almost two years now isn’t it!? Xo

Hi Trala,
Yes, this has been a big issue since day 1 of this crisis. Much like your friend, I learned to hear with my eyes as my hearing loss deepened. Over the years of not being able to hear my own voice, I have lost a good part of my ability to be understood and it seems to be getting worse as time goes on. I have recently been asked not to sing any more, because apparently the sounds I make are harmful to the universe.

In my office we have all gone to clear face masks... not the big plastic shields, but actual clear masks designed to be used around the deaf, and while they make it a little more difficult to read lips, it is possible. The worst time for me was during the total mask mandate, when people were asked to wear their masks at all times, even pulling them down momentarily to take bites to eat in a restaurant. One of my favorite experiences in the world is being in a crowded restaurant or bar, with all the juicy private conversations going on around me that I can "look in on." The world seems so alive in such a place, with all this activity and me with my abilities being privy to all the secrets in the room. Being deaf with the ability to read lips almost seems like a superpower in the right situations. Compare that to today, when people can stand right in front of me all masked up, and I can't see a word they are saying. It is very much like the entire world has gone silent... and you know the very worst? When people on TV wear masks to read the news or worse yet, to give a speech.

Before my generation, the deaf were not treated very well and if you couldn't afford special education, you were out of luck. We had a thing come along called No Child Left Behind, and that helped a lot to get the deaf community and especially the children, the help and recognition they needed. I was lucky to have come from a well situated family and that my deafness was the result of an accident later in life, along with having the time to adapt as my hearing slowly left me. I have been able to enjoy the sounds that most people take for granted, was able to play and enjoy music, and get a great education, before I went deaf. But, this COVID thing is something else... even with all of my extra advantages, it really does seem like the world has stopped trying to communicate and everywhere I go, I do feel extra isolated. In response to a store clerk who when told I was deaf started shouting from behind his mask, I now have a card that I keep easily accessible in the front of my purse that boldly proclaims, "I am deaf. Please lower your mask so that I may read your lips." But even then, I feel frustration as well meaning people react to my sign by over enunciating every word they say because of being self conscious about their lip movements, trying to help me understand them. It really can be demoralizing at times.

I am sure you made a huge difference to your patient by giving her a chance to use her skills in such a silent and confusing world. Please give her a big hug from me and tell her that a girl from Missouri thinks that she is totally awesome! You are pretty awesome yourself my dear Trala... thank you for caring as much as you do.

 

[013]

Good evening / morning Ladies!!!

just goes to show…… we never know what injustices the person right beside us has had to endure….

Tra on the next Willie plant leave more foliage intact, like several sprigs on every single stem…. foliage brings in the food (photons) and keeps drawing sap. It also helps to root prune and you don’t need direct sun / monster light - just light hours way above 12 hours like 18/6

 

[Trala]

I think you're doing fine Trala. You want to prolong the cure for as long as possible and to do that you need to maintain the humidity. It's worth the time and effort for the added flavor and smoothness. After a month or two it's infinitely better than when you first jarred it. Once jarred you don't really want it to dry anymore; Instead you just want the humidity to stabilize and to replace the oxygen to feed the enzymes.

Well I’m certainly doing that. I think it’s nearly 3 weeks and they are still high humidity.

Just checked. Smaller jars are 64%, large 70%. I have just burped the small ones and I’ll leave the big ones open for halfa till I leave for work.

Omg this is so stressful! I’m so scared I’ll ruin it like I did with Carla 63.

 

[Trala]

I am sure you made a huge difference to your patient by giving her a chance to use her skills in such a silent and confusing world. Please give her a big hug from me and tell her that a girl from Missouri thinks that she is totally awesome! You are pretty awesome yourself my dear Trala... thank you for caring as much as you do.

I will today

If she has behaved herself overnight heart wise she will be discharged today. She was quite excited about introducing me to her hearing dog today. She has so far outlived 11 of them, and they were all cherished by her. This dogs name is Thumper

You would have lolled at us. She told me her dad taught her to dance “not rock and roll, 1,2,3” she said. I asked her to show me, so there we were walz like dancing, face shields on with no music, while she sort of loud whispered 1, 2, 3. Bed opposite was big smiling and applauded us. We both bowed at the exact same time. It was a good day

 

[Trala]

Good evening / morning Ladies!!!

just goes to show…… we never know what injustices the person right beside us has had to endure….

Tra on the next Willie plant leave more foliage intact, like several sprigs on every single stem…. foliage brings in the food (photons) and keeps drawing sap. It also helps to root prune and you don’t need direct sun / monster light - just light hours way above 12 hours like 18/6

Yeah K

I made a fucking meal of that Reveg didnt I?

I will have another chance with Road Runner. I really want to keep that peyote alive. She smells and feels like she would smoke like H in a hash pipe. She will defs have you on the nod and comfortably numb. I won’t smoke a single bit of her, that I have sworn to myself.

 

[Nine Toed Hippie]

Freaking awesome.
Much love to the both of you.

NTH

 

[Trala]

Freaking awesome.
Much love to the both of you.

NTH

Good morning my toeless hippy friend

Some days my job sucks stink balls, but for the most part it is such an honour. I never take it for granted, I really don’t. I should have stayed a cleaner by all rights. I feel so lucky I was given the opportunity to study nursing, I really do,

Not that there is anything wrong with cleaning mind. I loved it the years I did it. I just mean having no education really and then being handed a golden ticket that allowed me to study.