@killick I can relate to ALL of that.
The tincture or other edible concentrate first thing
The -9'C and it had to be done
And even the inner tantrum. In fact, it was only my discouragement with my Firefly after a long romance with the E-Nano that sent me on the search for a new portable that also resulted in the purchase of a Vapman. And the purchase of ANOTHER Vapman soon thereafter!
Except for the part about walking the pooch. I am home now after a 2 hour search for two of my three dogs who decided to go walkabout on their own. Found the Saint Bernard running down the road, clearly exhausted from the most activity he'd had in years, and so scared by the experience that he
ran away from me!
I'm hopeful that nobody who witnessed this had their video cameras going because I'm sure it was worthy of YouTube ridicule. Let me paint the picture for you.
Me: one year after only partially successful spinal fusion surgery that will eventually need to be redone. normally walk slowly and deliberately and often with a limp and walking staff. I have not actually run ten yards in 2 years at least.
Doozer: 6ish year old Saint Bernard, overweight, is very sweet to anybody, kitty cat, or dog as long as it is not a male dog willing to challenge his dominance. Any male dog that challenges him will lose the fight and it would be a horrible bloody scene. So that's why he has not left the property in over a year. He sleeps more than the cats, and takes 30 seconds to "run" from the back fence to the back door (It's 7 seconds for the regular sized dogs).
So here I was, this sorta kinda disabled dude "sprinting" which is probably slower than a typical "brisk walk" and the freaked out scared and exhausted Saint Bernard who had been running for an hour was also "sprinting" and we were going the exact same speed. I was 10 feet away from him for about a quarter mile but could never quite catch him. Several people in their cars figured out what a ridiculous scene was playing out and were able to shepherd him around with their cars until I got him cornered in someone's yard and tackled him in a bush. Fat fuck only then figured out it was me who was there to save him.
I'm pretty sure that he tried to follow our pure bred Little Rascal's style white and brindle mutt and couldn't keep up.
Long story short... after another lengthy car search, I returned home to my wife who was calling from the front yard. We decided that if the ridiculously out of shape old Saint Bernard could make it as far as he did, then the 2 year old 40 pound lab mix was gone gone gone and she was either going to come home on our own or someone was going to call us from three towns over the say they found her.
But I decided that I could not stay at home when my baby is loose, so I had my wife stay home on the step and call while I would go drive every last cul--de-sac. While on this mission, I came across two young Mormon missionaries on their bikes. I stopped to ask them to keep their eye out as the pedaled along, and they took my phone number to call me. Brother Graham and Brother Herbert were so awesome, promising to circle through the whole neighborhood looking for my dog.
Later, I decided to go back home and had no way to call the missionaries to thank them and ask them to call off the search because I forgot to get their number in my panic. I got home to find my wife there and we agreed to call of the search because the possible radius that she could run was now too great to find her by a chance encounter in the wild. So we hugged, I felt truly truly awful for losing her baby (Oh, did I mention that it was 100% my fault that they escaped). We decided to sit out on the front door, watch the last bit of sunset, and call her for a few minutes.
I opened the door and the damn dog ran right inside, covered in mud and as happy as a clam covered in that mud. The Mormon missionaries called a minute later and I told them the good news and asked them how I could thank and support them on their missionary work because knowing I had honest to goodness Mormon missionaries on the case had really boosted my spirits that last little while and helped me to calm down and remember that most everybody gets their dog back when it runs away.
So, I invited Brother Graham and Brother Herbert to come over some day soon at their convenience so we can talk about whatever. I did assure them that I am impervious to conversion but that I am a preacher's kid who knows his bible and loves to talk theology if just for the academic exercise and good conversation. I'm going to have to make a special shopping trip to make sure I have good stuff I can offer them.
Oh, and I'm trying out a bit of NYC Diesel. Seems nice enough so far, but I'm so weirded out and full of adrenaline and now realizing how much pain I am going to be in after running and tackling a Saint Bernard to the ground. Check back at the First Four-Twenty Lounge in a few hours in case I'm up vaping my eyes out to fight the pain. I have not idea what is to come, but my dogs are safe and my home is peaceful again.
Trailer Park Boys can distract me now until I fall asleep.
![:\](/i/s/hmm.gif "Hmm :\")
). I also have zero experience with concentrates (I don't have the pleasure of living in a MJ-friendly state and haven't had the opportunity to make my own yet) but I don't understand why you would need to dissolve the CO2 oil in alcohol... Is it to facilitate the CO2 oil dissolving into the massage oil? Or couldn't you just combine the CO2 oil (after decarbing as per your chemist's suggestion) and the massage oil in your machine, set the appropriate temp and time and go to town? 
I'm sure someone else on here can help more than I can... Maybe 
Hopefully I don't have too long of a wait once I reschedule tomorrow morning... 
