June 15 2017
Hi, call me Lev, a pseudonym that I haven't used in a long time.
I like to listen to stories. I've also been known to tell a story or two in my time. This one happened just the way I am telling it, by the way.
Let's go back to Fall 1981. I'd only been married a few months. It was a Friday evening mid October, I think. My wife had just started graduate school and had a Major Paper due that Monday for a "tough prof," Madame D, and I was trying to corrupt her with marijuana that Friday night.
Background: she'd exposed repeatedly to second hand smoke as a baby thanks to my father in law, to the extent that she had been to the hospital for bronchitis a few times before she could walk, and for her to smoke anything ever was simply out of the question. So with her clear understanding of what I wanted to do, I baked up a batch of special cookies. She ate one and waited about 30 min, nothing happened, she ate another one, again waited about 30 min, again nothing happened, and did she get a bite in before she literally nodded off mid-sentence and passed out...she got up twice for potty breaks Saturday, but otherwise just slept the day away... and then woke up very groggy Sunday late morning, and put together a very shitty paper for Madame D, and ended up with a horrible grade for the paper.
And she blamed me.
And she blamed weed.
I was later forgiven, but from that day to today, she hasn't been willing to go near weed in any form again.
And we evolved a policy of "don't bring up for discussion, don't smoke around her" that has covered the 35 years since.
Fast forward to late March of this year. I found out I was eligible for early retirement from work, and I took the offer... When I told my wife, wasn't I more than just surprised when she asked me if I had considered growing weed at home in retirement. She said "it's legal now. Just find out what the law says, and don't break the law. But you're going to need a hobby in retirement, and you've always come back to indoor plants... this should keep you busy for a few months at least. Just make sure I don't have to smell it!"
Wow!! "Really?" but in the best, softest, "you'd do that for me?" way...
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I am now retired from a professional job, but my favorite job in my life had to be in graduate school, when I got a part time job through my university's Physical Plant taking care of office plants in various administrative offices on campus. There I learned the following lessons:
1. The easiest way to kill most houseplants is by overwatering them.
2. Where plants are concerned, less is generally better than more, esp if you're talking about fertilizer.
3. Play. Don't take this stuff deadly seriously, it's about having FUN too.
So, back then on that job, "play" meant getting permission and starting some indoor ivy climbing up an in-room latticework - it did well while I was in that job, but my idiot successor let it die, sigh - and now, in the spirit of play, I have an Auto Duck seedling that I started on a peat plug with a tomato seed, and both are hanging from a "Topsy Turvy" planter that grows tomatoes upside down from a hole in the bottom of a long cylinder full of growing medium. Anyone asks what the other plant is, I tell 'em it's basil. (Update: what I didn't take into account when I planned this is that the two species of plants involved, an auto marijuana and a tomato, might have way different degrees of VIGOR about them... the tomato seedling is growing leaps and bounds faster than the duck, and a plant can hog the light upside down as well as right side up.)
And I am a newbie at growing weed, regular, feminized, and auto, so unless I have some burning question I don't find already covered somewhere, I might not say much after this intro for a long time.
"Lev"
Hi, call me Lev, a pseudonym that I haven't used in a long time.
I like to listen to stories. I've also been known to tell a story or two in my time. This one happened just the way I am telling it, by the way.
Let's go back to Fall 1981. I'd only been married a few months. It was a Friday evening mid October, I think. My wife had just started graduate school and had a Major Paper due that Monday for a "tough prof," Madame D, and I was trying to corrupt her with marijuana that Friday night.
Background: she'd exposed repeatedly to second hand smoke as a baby thanks to my father in law, to the extent that she had been to the hospital for bronchitis a few times before she could walk, and for her to smoke anything ever was simply out of the question. So with her clear understanding of what I wanted to do, I baked up a batch of special cookies. She ate one and waited about 30 min, nothing happened, she ate another one, again waited about 30 min, again nothing happened, and did she get a bite in before she literally nodded off mid-sentence and passed out...she got up twice for potty breaks Saturday, but otherwise just slept the day away... and then woke up very groggy Sunday late morning, and put together a very shitty paper for Madame D, and ended up with a horrible grade for the paper.
And she blamed me.
And she blamed weed.
I was later forgiven, but from that day to today, she hasn't been willing to go near weed in any form again.
And we evolved a policy of "don't bring up for discussion, don't smoke around her" that has covered the 35 years since.
Fast forward to late March of this year. I found out I was eligible for early retirement from work, and I took the offer... When I told my wife, wasn't I more than just surprised when she asked me if I had considered growing weed at home in retirement. She said "it's legal now. Just find out what the law says, and don't break the law. But you're going to need a hobby in retirement, and you've always come back to indoor plants... this should keep you busy for a few months at least. Just make sure I don't have to smell it!"
Wow!! "Really?" but in the best, softest, "you'd do that for me?" way...
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I am now retired from a professional job, but my favorite job in my life had to be in graduate school, when I got a part time job through my university's Physical Plant taking care of office plants in various administrative offices on campus. There I learned the following lessons:
1. The easiest way to kill most houseplants is by overwatering them.
2. Where plants are concerned, less is generally better than more, esp if you're talking about fertilizer.
3. Play. Don't take this stuff deadly seriously, it's about having FUN too.
So, back then on that job, "play" meant getting permission and starting some indoor ivy climbing up an in-room latticework - it did well while I was in that job, but my idiot successor let it die, sigh - and now, in the spirit of play, I have an Auto Duck seedling that I started on a peat plug with a tomato seed, and both are hanging from a "Topsy Turvy" planter that grows tomatoes upside down from a hole in the bottom of a long cylinder full of growing medium. Anyone asks what the other plant is, I tell 'em it's basil. (Update: what I didn't take into account when I planned this is that the two species of plants involved, an auto marijuana and a tomato, might have way different degrees of VIGOR about them... the tomato seedling is growing leaps and bounds faster than the duck, and a plant can hog the light upside down as well as right side up.)
And I am a newbie at growing weed, regular, feminized, and auto, so unless I have some burning question I don't find already covered somewhere, I might not say much after this intro for a long time.
"Lev"
