Sharon asked if it was OK to bring an Easter orchid because Merle’s had run out of lillies.
I don’t know why we haven’t been decorating the chancel with orchids before now because it looked magnificent.
It’s 4/20 today so of course I have to celebrate by remembering the time my friends and I were at Folks Fest in Lyons, Co and of course we went to a dispensary to get the sticky icky, but we’re kinda nerdy do-gooders from out of town unfamiliar with marijuana culture in general and so, when we were waiting our turn to be let into the dispensary I agreed to be the spokesperson for our very green group of future tokers of America, walked up to the counter in my strongest, most confident voice and said, “One marijuana cigarette, please!” Like an old timey carnival barker in a top hat and handlebar moustache.
Look, it was a reputable place of business with functioning adults earning a wage behind the counter. I didn’t see how using ‘joint’ or ‘weed’ would have been appropriate in the legal shop I was patronizing so I tried to elevate the request to make it sound normal.
And I didn’t sound normal at all. I sounded like a total bonehead instead because the sales assistant laughed and then proceeded to ask the three of us follow up questions we didn’t know how to answer.
We were sent on our way with, in fact, one marijuana cigarette since obviously none of us had the capacity for more than a few drags and then we smoked it and then I don’t remember hardly anything of Jason Isbell’s set later that night. It was THAT tragedy that had me retiring my Future Tokers of America badge and going back to not smoking weed anymore. Why couldn’t I have blacked out through Conor Oberst or the vibey European kids? Why did it have to be through one of my beloved songwriting heroes?
Sigh.
In other news, I’m finishing a song for the Confirmation kids, I’m in something of a dormancy with my writing right now, I remember this time last year being all amped for making a new record but that’s settled down a bit, I do love playing shows and was reminded as much in Paris last week and I do love music and Cory Branan, and my friend said I need to read Brandi’s book “Broken Horses” and I want to get a copy of JOhn Hendrix Holy Spirit graphic novel and I want to read “Atlas of the Heart” by Brene and I want to rid my house of clutter, I daydream of a bench and stone statue and some hanging plants in my backyard, the wind is relentless and I crave a campfire and the outdoors for days on end. It’s somewhere west of here, somewhere east of here and in the middle is this kitchen table, this grey sky, these birds in the blue spruce and quiet all around. High five.