We are happily settled, or perhaps nearly settled, in our new home. The pergola is yet to be built, but the plans are drawn; they include widespread destruction of innocent old rose bushes, uprooting of finally-established sod, death to two pear trees whose only crime was to produce too many inedible pears that made a terrible mess, and onward – you can fill in the blanks. It turns out that Portland summers are much hotter than we expected: In fact, they are hotter than anyone had expected, thanks to climate change. So the pergola is needed to provide backyard shade (actually, I think Cynthia just likes the idea of having something called a pergola). But save that destructive mess, which will be starting in a few weeks, all is pretty much finished and in place.
For example, we can park the car in the garage. As best I can tell, we are the only ones on our block who can do that. Emptying the garage produced a bonanza for Goodwill, friends, and family who carted off lots of cool old furniture and oriental rugs, some of which have been trucked back and forth across the country since the late nineties. And I have a garage work bench, although it is not organized…anon.
The large (12x8) raised garden bed is planted and plants are already growing after only 3 days of sunshine. Nothing very exciting in it except multiple cool heirloom tomatoes – but they too are becoming ordinary. Portland summers are, unexpectedly, the most amazing for growing that I have ever experienced before – even in Marin County.
The book is coming along, on schedule – as one writer said “the first 90% took 90% of the time and the final 10% took 90% of the time”, or something like that. Quite true, unfortunately. The new problem is that the chapters I wrote 2 years ago are terrible. I have learned so much about medicinal cannabis that they seem hopeless naïve and uninformed. As a result, I have to rewrite them. I fear that this will become a mobius loop writing adventure that never ends.
I continue to learn from my patients, now probably approaching 5000, and my stack of reprints (thank you very much, UCSF on-line medical library) is now taller than I – by a lot! Experiences with my patients tell me that I am on the right track, and that the many many painfully boring hours reading basic science papers on the endocannabinoid signalling system and the effects of phytocannabinoids might be worth it. They have certainly helped my patients, and it is rewarding to provide them with facts rather than what they hear at the typical dispensary.
Speaking gigs are becoming more frequent: Macedonia (!), Las Vegas, U of Colorado, U of Ohio, Los Angeles twice, and now a meeting in Portland. I have a short live TV show that is just getting started, and am becoming ensconced in the management of the Empower Clinic system – a very large group of very good people from Canada and multiple US states who truly want to do good things.
Sam is sprouting and a joy of a grandson. Our granddaughter Meredith is visiting from Minneapolis next week, and hopefully soon so will Harrison when he is old enough to travel. Our Trippe family here is wonderfully close and we have Sunday family dinner every week. I do miss my Minnesota McCue family, but we did enjoy an amazing vacation in Tulum, as a family.
So, now back to work, battling the book. Finally I have my own music room, albeit in the basement where I guess I belong, with an integrated office for writing. The music library will soon grow to more than 50 terabytes, plus a bunch of LPs. My fancy new turntable is lots of fun and I had no idea how good records could sound.
And thanks for reading, Chris.