3.16.26, 14:09.
Time for a bowl I’d say. How about the last of the Chem Krush?
…The bowl smoked well. Pretty grind. I almost never tear the flower up by hand anymore, except for breaking it up to put it in the grinder. Then the grinder does the work. I used a hemp wick, although I’m not sure it’s worth fiddling with hemp wick. I always worry I’m focusing so much on getting the curly wick to the bowl that I’m going to drop the bowl. No problem this time; the fire took, burned the Krush down to ash.
Lineage
Chemdog 91 x SFV OG Kush Bx2
(source: Seedfinder, link)
A Two-Hour Tour
It’s sunny outside but not quite nice. It’s cold. Twenty-six degrees, not unheard of for the middle of March in Missouri but we were starting to get used to having some warmer weather. If you don’t believe me, ask the daffodils.
In a matter of half a day, we went from warm breezes (gusts) to a line of thunderstorms that were spinning out small tornadoes from Arkansas up to Chicago, to an inch of rain, and then to snow. That makes nearly five inches of rain this month, most of in the last ten days.
There is water in the ductwork below the basement floor in one corner of the house again, for the second spring in a row, only our second spring in this house. I have taken measures to try to keep the water out. It seems like it’s a matter of finding the water outside the house, and redirecting it before it can trickle in/pool at that corner of the house. Tales of the Underground, Tales from the Aqueduct.
The Chem Krush is just fine. In previous sessions it felt heavy to me, for a sativa. But those were five o’clock or six o’clock smokes with alcohol involved. I had about a quarter of a gram of grind in this bowl.
There are birds around. White-throated sparrows, Downy woodpeckers, White-breasted nuthatches, Mourning doves, Eastern bluebirds, Tufted titmice, House Finches, Hairy woodpeckers, Red-bellied woodpeckers, Dark-eyed Juncos, Northern cardinals, and an Eastern Phoebe looking for a place to put her nest. All are winter residents except for the Phoebe.
I haven’t seen the Carolina wrens today but they have made repeated efforts to build a nest in our garage when we leave the garage door open, which I like to do. At first I noticed that some spray foam I sprayed into an upper corner of the garage was being picked at. I assumed it was mice trying to open up what I believe was a transit point for them to get from the garage into the house, and vice versa. This house had a lot of mice running around in it when we moved in here.
Assuming it was mice, I set out a number of the basic, OG mouse traps but none of them were being hit. I was using cheese or peanut butter as the bait. I put a few out in the basement as well. Nothing. Then I realized that the foam bits seemed to appear only during the day. And I recalled that what looked like a bird’s nest—there was a lot of moss—had been packed into this same corner of the garage when we moved in. Eventually we saw birds flying out of the open garage when we opened the door into it—wrens.
I did, by the way, get one mouse, eventually, downstairs on the traps. It took a while. The mouse was very crafty. It was as skilled at getting the peanut butter off of the bait holder as any mouse I’ve ever encountered, and I’ve trapped my fair share of mice: here, at my old house, and out at this old farmhouse in a rural part of central Missouri. Confounded by this “white-footed” mouse, I turned to the internet, specifically to Reddit, where users suggested trying this one weird trick to catch a clever mouse. Put the peanut butter on the under side of the bait holder. Boom! The traps worked just fine, I just had to bait them differently.
Anyway. Where was I? Chem Krush!
There might also be some Purple Finches out there. We put out bird food, seeds and suet. And I will put out fresh i.e. unfrozen water most mornings. It gets cold enough to freeze the water dishes solid overnight. The sun makes a big difference to keep it from freezing throughout the day.
We put out new rain gauges recently. We had gotten new rain gauges last year but there were plastic, and if you are a keeper of the rain gauge you know where this is going. We left them out into November when it started to get cold and they cracked once water in them froze. So we went onto the internet looking for a freeze-proof rain gauge and found some that are made of silicone. We have had so many rain gauges made of plastic or glass break. No more.
That said, I have found an excellent use for one of the broken plastic rain gauges. It is cracked and it leaks slowly, which makes it an excellent device for slowly watering a house plant. I’ll fill it and set it on/in the plant, and it will slowly drip water out over the course of twenty-four hours and the plant really seems to like this new water delivery mechanism.
The rain gauges are important so I can get a sense of how much rain needs to fall before water will show up in that spot below my basement floor. I have also started to track how much water I am removing. I use a sponge and a bucket. We don’t have a sump pump. We need a sump pump. One should have been installed when the concrete foundation for this house was made. Alas.
15:21. I am still feeling the Chem Krush. It’s been about seventy minutes. I am alert but chill; pensive. Not asleep, not drunk. Not depressed, not bad. I did some brain puzzlers. A crossword, a logic puzzle, some anagram games. It took me a moment to lock in, to calibrate my brain for that type of activity but once I got there I was zeroed in and I ripped through the puzzles. There was no math.
16:20. Still feeling it! This Chem Krush has been a solid, two-hour sativa rocker. Nice work. I was playing some music. Bob Seger’s “Night Moves”. That song always gets me. Working on mysteries without any clues. My parents saw him in concert. The emotion. Let it flow.
Weeds of Grass 