Busy

Sunday morning again...how are you doing? I've got my coffee and my joint as usual, although today they are combined. I bumped my coffee onto my desk and my joint. I love my wake and back with my coffee more than any time of the day. So much has gone on in the last two weeks! The compassion club meeting is still a go, and I really need to make it shine. I managed to snag the elusive Brad, a director with the MMMA to come to my meeting and help. Great impact to have him present. I've got my agenda started...however a phone call from another board member last night reminded me that time is short. He has another cookout/business meeting planned for today so maybe I'll head out there. Last time there was a huge hookah there that I enjoyed immensely. Our home grow room is not progressing so well. We just can't come up with the extra five or six hundred dollars we need to start. I think that Chris is even more bummed than I am. He sits and watches all these youtube videos of how to grow these huge sticky buds, then he goes down into the basement and just stares. We have got to get this going soon though if I'm going to have my Christmas tree bud. That's my wish, to wake up Christmas morning, go downstairs and open the door to my present. I have more great news. I mentioned that I had recconnected with an old friend up North and that she was not well. I needed to take my daughter to my parents house last weekend. I forgot that cell phone service is hit and miss up there, but I was determined to give my friend Chris ( yes, another Chris) a hug. I knew what street she lived on, and a description of the house. So I made a guess, pulled in and had a wonderful visit. I missed her so much! Truly one of my good, good friends in my life. The best part of the news...She was my first patient that I assisted in getting their medical marijuana card. She had no idea what a compassion club was, or that out of the whole Northeast area one met literally one street over from her house on a monthly basis. I happened to know who the person running this club was, so I shot him off and email and asked how he could help. Ironically the same day he offered his help and mentioned a clinic where Chris could fax her information instead of traveling to the clinic along with a person of contact, I also received an email from an ad I had placed on craigslist. It was the same person of contact from the same clinic offering her her assistance. The emails came within hours of each other. That's how our friendship has always been, a little too ironic. This is how it's supposed to work. Compassion clubs working together for the good of the patient. I'm still busy with the community garden as well. Board meetings, walking the neighborhood looking for property. I'm really enjoying this project and I'm looking forward to forming my non profit as well. Oh my gosh, I almost forgot. I got engaged! Chris got down on one knee in the Kitchen and formally proposed. No ring. I want a grow room!