New York Times crossword puzzles make my head spin with their overall clues for multiple questions, like "Deli Condiments". What?
So I lower my expectations by attempting the San Diego Union puzzle that uses mostly four-letter words. (Just my level.) I can breeze through clues like "Italian Hello", ciao, or "Smallest in the litter,"
dead (just kidding, but it fits), until the answers are 12 letters long (then I go online for the answer, which opens up many of the other words).
I have yet to finish one Union crossword puzzle. So I have, if I'm not careful, folded pieces of newspaper in my bedroom, living room, and bathroom. Who cares if it's a week old? I still don't know the answer.
I did get a Crossword Puzzle Dictionary for Christmas. Yeah!
I haven't opened it yet.
Too much work.
PS The crossed eyes refer to my younger years with strabisma. For years I couldn't catch a ball because I always saw two balls. Go figure.
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
Monday, April 23, 2018
High and Mighty
I've been wanting to use marijuana infused edibles and yesterday, Sunday, I had a life altering opportunity. Well, at least a mind-altering experience. A Kiva chocolate/tangerine flavored bar, with 100 mg of THC, broken into 10 pieces. "Wait two hours for it to take effect."
Within a few minutes I was already noticing a change in my perception. For about 6 hours everything was more enjoyable, more tasty, more colorful, more relaxing. Walking around the block I stopped at every flower to enjoy the cacophony of colors, the rainbow of differences, the subtle shading of the leaves against the purple, pink, orange, red, and white blossoms. I met Evan Thickstun as I was walking and, to catch up on his life, walked with him to the Fay and Nautilus intersection, while he was on his way to the Farmer's Market. I would have joined him and walked further if I'd had money in my pocket, so I wished him the best, and walked back up the hill toward home.
Even the trash on the side of the road took on a different importance as thought about picking it up, and then said, no, another time. I was pleasantly surprised at the yellows and reds of the ice plant flowers on the slight incline. I continued to admire my walk as I drifted back home, anticipating the many colors of our own front and back yard.
Knowing I had to prepare packages to ship for eBay I attempted to get those books organized, but couldn't hold my concentration, so I left it for later when I was less distracted.
I made a fruit salad for Moreen and me for lunch, with small cubes of Italian cheese. I had used a container of lemon yogurt for the dressing, and Moreen and I cut up pears, bananas, strawberries and kiwis for the mix, adding cocoanut and walnut pieces. Every bite was enjoyable as I masticated it a lot more than usual. The contrast with the sour kiwi was shocking. Later I tried eating some pistachio nuts and the salt was too much. White chocolate was the preferred taste.
And that's how my afternoon went, until I took a nap at 4 pm until dinner was ready at 5.
What I'd been feeling earlier felt like a dream. I sat up in bed thinking about all the things I needed to do, empty the trash, prepare my breakfast, and many other Sunday chores. I signed and longed for the feeling I'd had, where I appreciated those things I would pass by in seconds. I found I was actually sitting through TV commercials, which I usually fast forward through, the colors, the music. After dinner I couldn't wait to ff the commercials. That's the contrast with which I woke, and waking up again in the morning, dreading all the things I HAD to do today, market shopping, post office delivery, etc.
I realized that if there is anything I need to focus on, I need to accomplish it before, or plan after, the THC effects take hold or after, when I'm sober. I felt a need to drive to the library and check on some things, but the thought of driving over there and dealing with people was so anathema to me during my little recess. I found watching a color-filled TV show, and the commercials, had more appeal. But I lost track of what Moreen and I were discussing at lunch, when we'd been talking about something and after a few moments she would continue on that topic, that I had already completely forgotten.
Maybe...probably...I'll repeat this next Sunday. I was in bliss as long as I focussed on the "recreational" aspects of the THC.
But initially the infused chocolate tasted like grass clippings and it wasn't something I would savor as it melted in my mouth. Within an hour, all that was forgotten, and I was on my adventure.
Within a few minutes I was already noticing a change in my perception. For about 6 hours everything was more enjoyable, more tasty, more colorful, more relaxing. Walking around the block I stopped at every flower to enjoy the cacophony of colors, the rainbow of differences, the subtle shading of the leaves against the purple, pink, orange, red, and white blossoms. I met Evan Thickstun as I was walking and, to catch up on his life, walked with him to the Fay and Nautilus intersection, while he was on his way to the Farmer's Market. I would have joined him and walked further if I'd had money in my pocket, so I wished him the best, and walked back up the hill toward home.
Even the trash on the side of the road took on a different importance as thought about picking it up, and then said, no, another time. I was pleasantly surprised at the yellows and reds of the ice plant flowers on the slight incline. I continued to admire my walk as I drifted back home, anticipating the many colors of our own front and back yard.
Knowing I had to prepare packages to ship for eBay I attempted to get those books organized, but couldn't hold my concentration, so I left it for later when I was less distracted.
I made a fruit salad for Moreen and me for lunch, with small cubes of Italian cheese. I had used a container of lemon yogurt for the dressing, and Moreen and I cut up pears, bananas, strawberries and kiwis for the mix, adding cocoanut and walnut pieces. Every bite was enjoyable as I masticated it a lot more than usual. The contrast with the sour kiwi was shocking. Later I tried eating some pistachio nuts and the salt was too much. White chocolate was the preferred taste.
And that's how my afternoon went, until I took a nap at 4 pm until dinner was ready at 5.
What I'd been feeling earlier felt like a dream. I sat up in bed thinking about all the things I needed to do, empty the trash, prepare my breakfast, and many other Sunday chores. I signed and longed for the feeling I'd had, where I appreciated those things I would pass by in seconds. I found I was actually sitting through TV commercials, which I usually fast forward through, the colors, the music. After dinner I couldn't wait to ff the commercials. That's the contrast with which I woke, and waking up again in the morning, dreading all the things I HAD to do today, market shopping, post office delivery, etc.
I realized that if there is anything I need to focus on, I need to accomplish it before, or plan after, the THC effects take hold or after, when I'm sober. I felt a need to drive to the library and check on some things, but the thought of driving over there and dealing with people was so anathema to me during my little recess. I found watching a color-filled TV show, and the commercials, had more appeal. But I lost track of what Moreen and I were discussing at lunch, when we'd been talking about something and after a few moments she would continue on that topic, that I had already completely forgotten.
Maybe...probably...I'll repeat this next Sunday. I was in bliss as long as I focussed on the "recreational" aspects of the THC.
But initially the infused chocolate tasted like grass clippings and it wasn't something I would savor as it melted in my mouth. Within an hour, all that was forgotten, and I was on my adventure.
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