Sitting here this morning getting stoned, seeing if I can really smoke S under the table.
Well not really, but I did smoke a bowl before trying to write this blog, something I haven’t done before. One thing I notice is my error rate is up and my speed is down. I’ve started more sentences than I’ve finished, and I have no goal in mind to end this silly post.
I like being outside when I’m stoned. It really does make nature so much prettier. Greens are just a little greener, and birds twitter has a more lyrical quality. The sound of the river is always soothing, but stoned on a sunny river bank is perfect for napping. I’ll have another bowl after this and probably go for a long walk to the woods. Maybe even take my binoculars.
Stoned, things just seem easier, more palatible, less of a chore. I like to get stoned before grocery shopping. My least favorite chore. That could be why I always forget something, but that’s the trade. It’s my reward for doing an onerous chore.
I’m sure plenty of you disapprove of my choice, and that is your choice. I don’t intend to offend, but I would like to show those of you who disapprove of marijuana that smoking it does not tend to make someone a raging sex fiend or suddenly take up bank robbery. Smoking it eases my mind and allows me to dislike things less.
I don’t do this every day, either. Today is just one of those days when I have no chores to attend to. No doctor appointments or anything scheduled. It’s beautiful outside, and I have a nice little yard to enjoy. My legs feel good and there’s that walk I mentioned yet to take. I’ve got some gardening I could do, and each thing I do I will enjoy it just a little more. See things a little bit more Buddhist. And feel peaceful and calm, except for the munchies–got to curb those.