Beavers on Ivy Creek

There is a nice trail along Ivy Creek, at the end of my street.  This trail was made a number of years ago for the Combined Sewer Overflow project in Lynchburg, and is kept clear year-round.  At least once a week I take my dog Zulan on it, and I love finding out what's going on in Nature.

In the last few months I've started seeing beaver activity along the creek.  So far this just entails felled trees and gnaw marks on still standing trees:

 

I have been looking for their dam but damn, I can't find it.

Lynchburg NORML is born!

Today I created a new Facebook group called Lynchburg NORML.  You can find it here.

This group is dedicated to raising awareness, organizing political pressure, and serving as an information source for cannabis and marijuana issues.

In time I hope to incorporate this organization as a nonprofit here in Lynchburg, Virginia.

Bert the Cactus

I bought Bert at Home Depot in the fall of 1995, in time to take with me to the first apartment I lived in, in Lambeth field at UVA.  Bert was a tiny cactus, about 4 inches high.  He sat on my windowsill and slowly grew, as cacti do.

When I went off to Spain my Mom took care of Bert, and a very very good job she did.  Bert flourished under her care.

Now Bert sits outside my front door, mingling with the California flowers, roses, and snails.  Snails have seemed to take a particular interest in him -- on multiple occasions I've walked out my front door to pick up the paper and checked him out, and what?  A snail sitting on Bert's skin, tucked perfectly between his astonishingly dangerous spines, sucking his life juices away.

Now, I have not a thing against snails.  In fact, I try to save their little insignificant lives every chance I get.  But Mr. Snail better get the hell off Bert.  So I pluck the snail off and set him gingerly among the luscious dew-coated grass blades just inches away from my dear cactus.

Bert traveled all 2800 miles with us, from Washington D.C. to Los Angeles.  Unable to trust the movers with him, I wrapped him in his pot within a hefty paper leaf bag given to me by Arlington County.  Bert was going in the Jeep, along with me, Kari, Zulan, and Milo, all the way across the country.

Big Decision

Almost 3 years after arriving in Los Angeles, I've decided it's time for me to leave.

This was a decision two years in the making.  Last week I gave it much thought, and realized that my life will be much freer if I can live at home in Lynchburg, rent out my condo in Arlington, and save as much money as possible.  Once my finances are in order and I've got more breathing room, I hope to be able to better decide where I need to settle down.  Which I think I do want to do.

See Our Light

Of course, if you did Ride the Wave as suggested previously, you understand how we are Light.

Ride the Wave

First, discover the Electric Sheep.

Welcome!

Greetings!

The main topic of this blog will be drug law reform, specifically marijuana legalization, since that is the focus of my volunteer work. At times I may wax (in)eloquent on other less pressing topics,
but those will likely be more personal.

Stay tuned for more!