I went to the 4th of July potluck that I've gone to the last several years, and had a lovely time as usual. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leenerella is of the same mind as I am about Burning Man: we're going, but we're really not feeling it yet. But the most... notable thing about the potluck was the collection of small, homemade brownies that the host's aunt made. Special brownies. I ate one.
I should have remembered that a) according to Mike Doughty, who would know, that there's no such thing as the weed equivalent of a glass of wine anymore, and b) I was in trouble because I could taste the weed. Those brownies were basically general anesthesia, or at least the one I got had that effect on me. After spending oh, maybe an hour trying not to sound stoned out of my mind, I sat in a chair for three hours with my eyes closed.
I got up just as the last of the guests were departing and tookbork home as promised, then did two loads of laundry and slept for over seven hours, which is a lot for me. Moral: no more edibles unless everybody around me is partaking and I have no plans for the rest of the day.
I called Good Sister this morning to ask where we were with the Mom situation. The short answer is that we don't have any idea. GS is having second thoughts about a trust because it doesn't allow us to even find out what Mom's financial situation is much less do anything about it. Our court date, which was supposed to be today, has been cancelled and has not been rescheduled. The evaluators have not finished their report yet; in fact, I think one of them still has to meet Mom.
leenerella is of the same mind as I am about Burning Man: we're going, but we're really not feeling it yet. But the most... notable thing about the potluck was the collection of small, homemade brownies that the host's aunt made. Special brownies. I ate one.I should have remembered that a) according to Mike Doughty, who would know, that there's no such thing as the weed equivalent of a glass of wine anymore, and b) I was in trouble because I could taste the weed. Those brownies were basically general anesthesia, or at least the one I got had that effect on me. After spending oh, maybe an hour trying not to sound stoned out of my mind, I sat in a chair for three hours with my eyes closed.
I got up just as the last of the guests were departing and took
bork home as promised, then did two loads of laundry and slept for over seven hours, which is a lot for me. Moral: no more edibles unless everybody around me is partaking and I have no plans for the rest of the day.I called Good Sister this morning to ask where we were with the Mom situation. The short answer is that we don't have any idea. GS is having second thoughts about a trust because it doesn't allow us to even find out what Mom's financial situation is much less do anything about it. Our court date, which was supposed to be today, has been cancelled and has not been rescheduled. The evaluators have not finished their report yet; in fact, I think one of them still has to meet Mom.
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Date: 2018-07-06 07:30 pm (UTC)From:But I'm glad you had a good nap, and that my tea helped afterwards!