The Senior Stoner

Monday Again... Another Blast From My Past..an unsent letter to the ether...I remind me  of the Moody Blues tune..."letters I've written, never meaning to send..." A never published look back! July 3, somewhat of an inauspicious beginning to  a special month. I have certainly been blessed with a long life. Later this week, July 6, I turn 75! Yea me!! (Now 79 AND still lucid... Isn't life strange? ...more Moody Blues! They still work well!) I am almost to a place where I am content and accept my faults and realities.  I'm in Redondo Beach, CA. Hanging out with friends and smoking a lot of pot. Tried vaping THC a bit, must admit, it is convenient but I seem to cough a lot, way too much. I won't be doing it again and can't recommend it; kind of a nasty nuisance from my perspective!  I am and remain a fan of my buds and flowers for joints or pipe smoking. I think, I'm going to look into a good bong at some point soon. A water pipe type maybe...any sugge

 I celebrated my 79th birthday in July so I am as qualified as anyone my age to have picked up some anecdotal and philosophical (perhaps whimsical) observations about being a stoner. Thus, I call myself the Senior Stoner aka The Pub Guy. I will be back soon with my weekly column. This is work in progress but it is long in coming and we have assembled a wealth of information that will enhance our readers ability to appreciate and enjoy the good and better balance the inevitable rough patches.

Blogging Again! Last Sunday, I posted this on Facebook, At the time, I was a bit rattled by my son Matthew who I love and respect a lot. He was upset and has been upset since Trump won the election. I live with my son and his wife, Chasity. It is an economic necessity at this point because of health and income issues that hit me badly last year. It is also hard on all of us because we are a group of strong minded and very different individuals and it is not easy to live in a small house with three adults. It is also a weird role reversal, having to abide by the rules of another household even one run by a decent kid and his wife is not a walk in the park. That fact alone would make it a challenge but the really hard part is coping with my son's angst over the current political landscape. To the point now, it hit me that I would be much better off if I started getting involved in a project that would get me thinking and focusing on something else rather than stewing in my own jui

Research Have not tried this yet but probably will next weekend. Going to do a test of plain Irish Butter Coffee all week and post it on Facebook. the Monday The next Senior Stoner post will be next weekend or maybe not till the Monday after the Scottish Fair over Memorial Day weekend .  Meanwhile, the link looks quite interesting. http://munchies.vice.com/recipes/cannabis-infused-bulletproof-coffee

Sunday . .."for there's something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone" probably misquoted from Jerry Jeff Walker Well,  I wasn't sure about feeling alone but it was definitely Sunday so the tune seemed right. Beside, it is playing in my head and it comes and goes. I just had a cup of Irish Butter Coffee, my take on Bulletproof or Butter Coffee which I have been hearing a bit of a buzz about of late. My take is pure Kerrygold Irish Butter and Organic Coconut Oil and Organic Coffee, a dark roast from Peru. Prep time is 2-3 minutes per cup, I am drinking my second. It's delicious and has a nice awake buzz to it, more than the usual blast from a cup or two of coffee. Speaking of a buzz, Thursday afternoon, I dropped into the office in Pacific Beach; gotta stay out of there. Little Ivan the Christian Syrian was there and for $20.fixed me up with a nice little bag of pot. It is Sunday at 3:48pm PST and I have been tapering off and finishing off the baggie slowly since a