For the few minutes I was there, I was the only customer at the pot shop in Ski Town today. I’ve never seen that before. It was novel, and getting in and out quickly was convenient, but I like chatting with the locals and people-watching the tourists so it was a bit of a disappointment, too. I wouldn’t mind chatting with the tourists, too, but they’re usually of a mind to keep to themselves. The locals are just, well, locals — Colorado mountain folks are friendly. Heck, it can take an hour to pick up a loaf of bread at the Dinkytown market.
I just went and threw fifty bucks at Bernie for his campaign. I’ve donated to outfits like the Cousteau Society, Nature Conservancy, World Wildlife Fund, and so on many times, but Bernie’s the first political candidate I could get fully behind. Later on I’ll go donate again and buy a couple of t-shirts and lawn signs, mainly just to raise Dinkytown eyebrows. 😀
We’re getting more rain this week to keep the fire danger down. 🙂 I just hope it continues through the fire season, as a long hot, dry spell would just turn the lush undergrowth into tinder. It’s too late to undo the early growth anyway… fingers crossed.
I remember having something interesting to say but not what it was. I must be THC deficient after two or three weeks without. It’s actually because I didn’t get enough sleep last night, but it’s more fun to say that I’m THC deficient. And it’s not necessarily so far-fetched as it sounds. But I’m too pooped to carry on, so I’m going to correct any such deficiency as I might be experiencing and watch Fast Times At Ridgemont High. The author says the book and movie were based upon an undercover thing he did down around San Diego somewhere, but it could just as easily have been the high school Amethyst and I attended. Ah, the strange old days…