I did not intend to blog tonight. Not at all. But, here we are, 2:30 in the morning and I am not even remotely feeling like sleep. Tonight, in another twist in this bizarre world that we are living in, I’m grateful for my chronic insomnia.
I mentioned the man who was killed by police in the past week. George Floyd. Remember his name. He was a 46 year old man who died after a cop – a cop that had a lot of excessive force complaints – kneeled on his neck, causing his already compromised heart to give out.
Tonight, cities across the country are on fire. The National Guard has been activated in several states. There are threats of more violence to come. This stopped being about Mr. Floyd and became about hurting our country. Sadly, I think we’re going to see martial law declared in some of the larger cities until this can get under control. Philadelphia is on fire. Chicago. Atlanta. Minneapolis. Washington DC.
Why do I say this is no longer about Mr. Floyd? Because his family asked for peace, and were ignored. They asked us not to forget him. They asked us to be better to one another. They were ignored. No, this is no longer about Mr. Floyd. Mr. Floyd has become a footnote in this.
What I do believe is happening is people have been in lockdown/quarantine/social distancing – whatever it is you want to call it for this Covid-19 shit. People are social creatures. We all need some kind of human contact. Months we have spent in our homes, hoping that our next trip to the grocery store wasn’t going to be the last trip to the grocery store. That this wasn’t going to be the bottle of dish soap that someone with the virus touched and passed on to you. No.
We’re tired. We want the country to reopen. If you don’t feel comfortable going on with life before this, don’t. Stay in your home. Stay in your cocoon. But, for the love of God, let the rest of us who want to be back to work – want to be back to our lives – get back to work and get back to our lives. We deserve that much.
No, instead I am sitting here, with tears in my eyes, because my younger son is making a delivery to a Walmart somewhere in Alabama and there is rioting going on. And we know that Walmart has been a target of the looting. I am petrified for him. No matter how old your baby gets, they are always your baby. But, I never expected to think that my kid was in a war zone while in one of our own states. But, here we are.
My other son – stationed at Ft Bragg – Fayetteville NC – there was rioting and looting there last night. Market House – a historic building – went up in flames. Walmart on Skibo Road – a Walmart I have been in several times – looted and trashed. I cried when my son sent me a picture of his own son, his bed moved into his parents room for the night, because his bedroom is in the front of the house. They live in a quiet, small, suburban area. I have tried to reconcile the fact that my son is going to be deployed at some point to a hot spot. I didn’t expect Fayetteville to be a hot spot. Yet, here we are.
No – this is not the world we should be living in. How – how do we stop this? There are no answers – really – no answers. And it’s the same reason why we are still fighting in Afghanistan – because we’re fighting an ideology, not a person. Racism is not one person. Racism is an ideology. And the only way to combat it is to do so peacefully. Fires and looting only goes to bolstering the stereotype that is being perpetrated by the racists. If you don’t want to be called a criminal, don’t commit criminal acts. Arson and looting / theft / property destruction are – in fact – criminal acts. Don’t do it. Come to the table and talk about how to weed out the bad cops – the racists – and let’s talk about how to end the cycle of poverty, drug and alcohol abuse, and the revolving prison doors. Please – no more death. No more destruction. George Floyd deserves a better legacy. Minneapolis, you had the entire world listening to you – and they were outraged – you had the chance to be the change. Why did you allow this to get to this point?
Now, you know this entire post wasn’t going to be about what was going on. I have to talk a little sticky-icky, too. In case you haven’t figured it out, my favorite way to ingest my weed is in food. I totally love how when you take a medible, it hits you after 20-30 minutes, and the euphoria lasts for three or so hours – at least it does for me. It comes in these wonderful waves – it ebbs and flows – and is a really great high. So, while perusing Netflix, I found a new show that they have on. “Cooked with Cannabis”. Seriously!!! A cannabis cooking show. Oh, I am all over this. I’m so excited. I really want to fully understand cooking with cannabis, so seeing different ways to cook it, is really exciting for me. One guy just said “I taste the weed” someone answered him “it tastes like unicorns” and another person said “I love the taste of unicorns.”
Seriously, this one chef used a little bit of weed smoke in the bowl of corn ceviche, so when they took the top off the crock, it was like a little puff of smoke to let you know you were about to have something really good. I’m so intrigued by this show. Damn!! I want the THC oil that they are using. It looks amazing. And the information is great. And watching the cooks and the celebrity tasters – talking about how smoky it is in the studio is hilarious.
I had an eighth that I had previously used to infuse olive oil. I wrapped it up – labeled it – and stuck it in the freezer. Tonight, I made BBQ chicken for dinner. So, I took out that eighth, defrosted it and mixed it with a cup of Sweet Baby Rays’ BBQ sauce – and lathered up that chicken nice and thick. Yeah – it was a nice little buzz and no weed has gone to waste. Frugality is a good thing especially when weed is as expensive as it is. I am glad to repurpose and reuse what I can. Yeah – I am really into this show right now. I’m learning a lot – what to do – and not to do. I have to say the guy chef in this episode is one cool cucumber – he has been cool under pressure. And he’s not putting on airs – not making uptight food – he made cheeseburgers that were infused. Cheeseburgers. Dang – one gal made Fireball whipped cream. Wowza!!! Fireball whiskey is my favorite shot. Oh – the dude won. That’s cool.
Okay – so it’s now 3:30 in the morning. Yeah – I have stopped and started this several times. I have to go to get my phone repaired in a few hours – broke my screen. I’m going to try and get a few hours of sleep. I doubt it will happen. But, thankfully, I think my little corner of the world is not on fire tonight. I hope it stays that way. And I hope that those that are find peace soon.
Light up, mellow out, and have a High Day!
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