I've been crazy busy, so I'm going to go ahead and post and try to finish the rest of this part. I'll come back to catch up with everyone really soon. Thanks for all the love though, it's really making me feel like I don't look fat in these pants.
“I really like the glass bottles.”
“Aren’t they great? I use the larger size for milk.” A look of confusion crossed James’ face, and I was about to say more when he smiled.
“Ah, ja, from your cows up the hill. I use them for tea.”
“I’ll try to remember to bring you a pack of extra lids next time I come, because the bottles will last forever but the tops get gross. My husband laughed at me for using glass, but I just had to. There’s no point in bringing water all the way here in plastic.”
“Ja, it would ruin the taste.”
“Exactly.” I grinned. “Oh, I brought pictures of the cows to show you.” I pulled out my phone and opened up the slideshow I had put together with James in mind. After I passed the phone to him I re-lit my Cheese and Royal Hash joint, sad to note it was almost gone. The dense smoke gripped my lungs and rushed out in a cloud of skunk and warm spices. My already mellow mood sank into a deep relaxation.
James flipped through pictures, and I narrated, taking him on a virtual walk down from the dairy farm, then up the river into the heart of my city while we puffed away.
He flipped to the next image and grinned.
“You had pictures of this same thing the first time I met you.” James said, meeting my eyes and taking a deep hit of his joint, which was almost gone.
I searched my memory. August 2009, we had taken the night train to the city directly from Street Parade. A haze memory surfaced of sitting at the bar at the end of that trip, showing James the occasional shot on the viewfinder of my camera, while I puffed away on his Amnesia Haze.
“I did, ja.” I could see in James’ eyes that we were no longer alone in the shop. He passed the phone back to me and went behind the bar. Glancing over my shoulder, I could see that the sun was breaking through in places and the rain had passed for the moment. Another set of customers entered the shop as I gazed out at the canal.
I sighed, frustrated because I knew that the improved weather meant that business would pick up. My phone was still in my hand so I sent a quick text message to my husband while I began to contemplate my next joint.