Waiting, waiting, waiting - 21 days into flower. I have never been a patient man. This is forcing me to be patient. It is reminding me of my college days when I rode a motorcycle. I was gifted an old piece of junk Yamaha 650 that wasn't running, and my roommate at the time was a physics major and pretty big biker. He had a nice collection of Harleys, Triumphs, Indians - a lot of great bikes. And he was a great mechanic to boot. While he worked on his bikes he would give me lessons on how to get mine running. I'd get one or two lessons a week, and then he'd set me loose to try and do what he showed me on my bike. I'd get stuck, and have to wait until he had time to show me the next step. I finally got the damn thing running, and the last thing I needed to do was reattach the chain. The manual for my bike said I needed a specific tool to secure the chain, but my roommate didn't have one and used some pliers instead. I took the bike on its maiden run in Portland Oregon, and coming out of a traffic light I popped the clutch and - the chain came off. I walked the damn bike uphill for about 15 blocks back home and after the two month mechanical project said fuck it and bought a perfectly functioning Kawasaki 750 from a friend the next day.
It was the last time I was anywhere close to being patient. I will have to learn again.
Anyhow, here's the girls today as I sit patiently waiting.
