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early spring greenhouse sleepover
Wednesday, April 7 2021
It would've been nice to take advantage of the perfect springtime weather to go outside and do something. But instead, I mostly stayed at my computer or did some light organizing in the laboratory. Such organization often takes several hieratchies of storage containers, with small containers holding similar small things going into larger containers or sitting on shelves beside similar things.
One new container that I hope to have soon is a large drawer measuring 17.5 inches wide, 20 inches long, and 5.5 inches deep. This new drawer's front face will the the bottom riser of the steps out the the laboratory deck (much like two existing drawers on the next two steps higher already are). Late this afternoon, I began making the drawer by cutting its four sides with 45 degree mitres. I also made a bottom out one quarter inch luan plywood (from a yellow-painted piece that had once been the removable side of the jacuzzi tub that used to be in the upstairs bathroom). I then glued and screwed ths pieces together, trying to keep it as orthogonal as possible.
This afternoon I decided to a little booze drinking on my own just to celebrate the day. I'd taken 150 milligrams of pseudoephedrine, which pairs well with drinking. Starting with a single beer, I later made a boozy fruit-juice-based beverage. When Gretchen came home, I didn't want to be drinking around her, so I stopped drinking for awhile. By then, I was having effects from a nugget of Hurley-grown cannabis I'd taken a couple hours before. This was giving me interesting thoughts, which is really most of what I am trying to get from my cannabis experiences. One such thought was about how various companies and organizations leverage the telling of lies. Pre-internet companies told lies in advertisements, whereas Facebook and YouTube benefit from the lies of influencers.
But that same pot made me paranoid about Gretchen becoming disappointed with me for drinking. She was down in the dining room talking with Powerful for what seemed like hours, and during that time, I actually felt trapped in the laboratory. What if I went downstairs and Gretchen forced me into talking enough that I revealed my intoxication? Or what if she tried to kiss me and smelled booze on my breath? (For this reason, I generally think of kissing as a violation of personal space, and it's not really something I want to do unless I'm in the right mode and sex that I want to have is going to follow.)
When the voices downstairs fell silent, I grabbed a beer and went down the stairs. Then I went out the front door and around the side of the house and then down to the greenhouse, where conditions in its upstairs were perfect after today's warmth. (Usually Gretchen spends a few sunny afternoons reading down there in winter, though I don't think either of us used it during the winter that recently ended.) I was feeling sleepy and very comfortable, so I managed to get up, turn out the light, get back on the greenhouse futon, and go to sleep. The evening was so warm that I didn't have to run any form of heat.
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