420 in Postcards 4

“It’s 420,” Julie said to me at the pool.

After she had said it at least 15 times to all of us, I asked what it meant.

“It’s the number of the marijuana initiative,” she said.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I replied.

“It’s also the number the cops use to call in a marijuana problem.”

“So?” I said shrugging. “I was a failure as a pot head. One hit and I was sound asleep for the duration.”

I’m also a failure today as a drug addict as I had no idea what she was talking about. Even George didn’t have the faintest idea. Heartening.

• Himself: He was hot night before last so he changed all the bedding. Costco last night. Slept well. Working hard this morning.
• Herself: If I could forget it, I forgot it this day Today I am vastly better. Got the ingredients for “The Chew’s” Roasted Buttermilk chicken and the baby arugula salad too..
• Reading: DE Stevenson’s “Mrs Tim Get’s a Job.” I so like these characters. The new Jance is next.
• Gratitude’s: That my brain seems to be sharper today.

Last updated April 20, 2017