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| Norma Boeckler delights in God's Creation. |
Backward societal trends often start in small ways.
From time to time I look at the books in the gardening section at Barnes and Noble. They have four different titles on how to grow marijuana. LI and I are not hip. We heard someone singing about "smoking indie and drinking homemade wine" at an event. The singer grinned - inside joke in more ways in one. I went home and looked it up in the Urban Dictionary, my weapon against saying the wrong thing in a college classroom.
Indie is short for indoor marijuana, apparently grown by a number of people, even in Squaresville.
Heather Cook--the Episcopal bishop who ran down the father of two small children--had a pot pipe in her car and a blood alcohol level equal to 12 drinks or more, when she was caught in 2010. She was driving in the ditch on a shredded tire, incoherent. But marijuana is harmless and healthy. Everyone covered up for her, so she ran down Tom Palermo and ran away four years later.
An ELCA bishop did the same thing, running down a woman exercising, escaping until other drivers surrounded him at a gas station.
Recently a woman left her dog in the car to freeze to death, because she was stealing goods from a store to feed her marijuana habit.
I continue to wonder how we went from the horrors of smoking Camels to the medical marvels of smoking marijuana. One inspires ignominy and shunning, the other praise and knowing smiles.
A program about addiction explained the problem this way. Two areas light up in the brain when something delights us. Morphine and other drugs make that area light up, but they take away the delight in the normal things in life - gardening, smelling roses, grandchildren, a breeze blowing across a field of clover (that bubblegum fragrance).
Soon the only thing to make that area light up in the scan is a drug.
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| Norma Boeckler's Creation art. |
Gardening and grandchildren are the best combination. Kids love to help out gardening, and I enjoy getting sharing the work. Participating in the success of the venture is the best part. Our helper brings his children over. They were chasing newspaper sheets around the yard, because one section of Jackson Mulch dried out, the leaves blew off, and the newspapers dried and took to the air in our recent slight rain.
We were working and talking about future yields - peas, spinach, corn, various greens, roses, etc.
I will normally have extra seeds to share, so they will be starting their own garden.
