I want to be inspired 💭

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Hammock View

Probably the top reason for smoking pot in my mind is to find more inspiration about the world around me. To help me find clarity in ways that reading and thinking has yet to provide in my own life. I think or at least have been told that smoking cannabis can let you focus on the moment and while making you forgetful, can provide a sense of calm that is too often lacking in my life as too many things break down and wear out as I refuse to engauge in all the consumerism trends of the day. I don’t own a television, but I am damn aware of all the evil in society, and how all of us are one bad day from having our entire lives destroyed.

So far on that front I’ve been disappointed, mostly getting hungry and sleepy after getting stoned. Most of the various pre-rolls I got when I went to Northern Lights a little over a month ago have been more on the indica rather then sativia side of things, probably because the prior is less expensive and something too strong on sativia side of things runs a risk of paranoia, and just a bad experience if not enjoyed in moderation. I asked for more sativia, but at least some of the stuff on summer vacation made me more couchlocked in hammock then anything else. I am going to probably need to get more cannabis prior to camping in woods over Labor Day Weekend, so I’m continuing to research strains, methods of smoking and enjoying cannabis. It’s fun to ride a mountain bike through the wilderness after dark, stoned because of how it makes your eyes wide open.

I get smoking pot or doing any kind of drug, be it alcohol or caffine or some kind of “illegal” drug won’t get you all the answers. Mostly it will get you stoned or drunk or awake. But sometimes taking a look at things and being focused more on the now, in an altered state of mind, when your away from it all can be beneficial. Certainly many creative people over the years have smoked a little weed, for the better. The more sativia leaning hybrids I’ve smoked, in moderation are better but I still need to figure out what I want to ask for and have a better idea the next time I visit the the local budmaster. He after all can’t be much guidance if I can’t give him the direction I am looking for over my next high in the wilderness.

I do want to get a pipe and probably will want a grinder so I can buy flower, rather then get pre-roll which is unneccessarily wasteful. I especially dislike the pre-roll I have that is packaged in glass that has to be seperated out of the trash for recycling. It’s a good commitment, not that expensive, and will save money in the long run, once I figure out what I like to smoke. That White Wedding ain’t bad, but I’m not sure that’s my best option for the experience I seek. There are so many options out there, and I just want to see and think clearer but not get paranoid. Not that cannabis has made me any more paranoid — if anything my paranoia over my someday faltering pickup truck and housing situaton has gone down since I’ve started to smoke. I’ve never been afraid of monsters in closets, it’s more what happens if things spin wildly out of control in the long run or that ball joint or the roof joist in my rundown apartment that finally goes ko-put.

Truth is I don’t smoke all that much one way or another. Nor do I plan to make it habit outside of sitting around a campfire in the wilderness or laying back in the hammock staring at the clouds or floating in the tube during the summer months. There are real health consequences to smoking too much. Much like eating too much bacon or ice cream — both are a treat. Smoking cannabis should be something you do that’s special and not ordinary. Plus I like it because it’s kind dirty and smelly, not socially acceptable (your doing drugs!), somewhat illegal. Not unlike dairy or hog farming! Or having a burn barrel and bonfires for trash. But I get a kick out of people turning up their noses at me, and saying I’m just a dirty hick. And some what of an outlaw!

That old house smell 🏠️ 👃

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That old house on Meads Lane

I really should take a look at older, smaller houses out in the country once again. Not just that house next to my parents house, but other things that come onto the market with land. And just decide I am going to dedicate to fixing it up once I have the facts after a good home inspection. A lot of things I can do myself but there will inevitaby be things I have to pay to get done as I lack the skills and knowledge. But it can be done.

Often I discount old structures, seeing the flaws when I should see more of the potential. That property I toured next to my parents house, definately had it flaws, and I didn’t like how it was on the main highway and had another property inset on into it, but had the location been somewhat different, I probably could have made it work. It being old, certainly had a lot of charm, and musty smell of old buildngs. Maybe it’s the smell of rot and mildew, but it also is kind of charming to. For a farm house, that lands it lot of character. There is something quite charming about the smell of old house, wood smoke, cow manure. It’s a reminder of how close one is to the land.

Maybe that old house I looked at next to my parents, would have been an easier sell in my mind, had it had a woodstove, and neighbors a bit farther away for when I had fires or wanted to discharge a firearm for dispatching livestock and predators. Still I don’t know if that’s the right option for me. Depends a lot on the property, I keep looking. I still would much rather go fully-off grid with as little technology and plumbing to deal with as possible. Less modern stuff in a house, less to break. I can’t imagine wiring a house for internet or big screen televisions, and while I guess hot water is good for showers and washing dishes, I certainly wouldn’t want a dishwasher and probably not a laundry machine. Why do my wash at home, when I can take it to town, do it while buying groceries or surfing the web there? Just another appliance to break down.