MJ and JP

 

Does Santa look a little high to you?   

    Yesterday while walking Red, I dropped off some ducats for JP’s 7 am snow shoveling at his grandma’s house.  I thought I caught a light whiff of skunkweed and considered, surely she’s not using; is he?  I shrugged it off and moved along after exchanging pleasantries with her, remembering , I seemed to smell pot everywhere in the neighborhood for several months now, even my own car.

     Mystery solved with another 7 am shoveling session.  I was awake this time and chatted a few with JP, starting with the ever popular topic of weather.

    “I was up at 3 am.” “Why?”  “Had to drive to Arundel to get a car out of a ditch.  He slid and landed deep in a bush.  Lucky not much damage, just a bent license plate.”  “That is lucky.  How did you haul him out, and why was he out so early?  Working?”  “Cables and wenches.  He was on his way to work.  He works for the medical marijuana grower where I get my weed.  He was on his way to trim it.  I met him there and got to know him.”  “Does your gram ever partake?”  “No. She gets her hits off cocoa. I tease her and say sometimes, ‘You know that’s three today.’”  We laugh,  and I tease, “We’re going to have to move her up to the hard stuff: three Lindt dark chocolate truffle balls a day.  Like me.”

     So chalk up one more house exhaling that odor.  That’s five households I can say from my own nose and sight use regularly/daily, but certainly more do.  I simply can’t parse which exactly on our walkies along our 3/4 mile stretch of about thirty neighborhood houses.  C and I often speculate from my driveway, do we smell skunk or skunkweed, even in snow cover?  And I wonder sometimes if that scent has somehow taken up residence in my outerwear or car or maybe in my nose.  

      If I sound prudish, I don’t think so, though I wouldn’t use marijuana.  Just shocked at how out there it
is after all the years of repression.  It is totally legal in my state, and, as JP observed, this stuff today is crazy. So strong.