Quote Originally Posted by oldhaole
Wanted, Trimmers, At least two people for two weeks of work. Ticket to/from Maui included. You will even see the beach (for a half hour). $200/ and an oz to take home with you per lb trimmed. Must be able to trim effectivly a lb a day. Prefer good looking women, 20-25. Must be willing to overlook wife of my youth with shotgun. Call 808 555 0989

Gotta wonder how many folks will actually dial da 555#.
I could track you down, but alas, I'm not all that "pretty".
Unless you count pretty damn old.
Not a quick trimmer either.
Druther do a quality job when I have the luxury of time to burn.

I realize it is very bad form to whine and moan after a harvest....but...As the song goes;

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.

Out of sight, out of mind. Welcome to the attic.

All outdoor harvests are different. I like to wait and do it all last minute. Once I see raindrops on the deck, I am out the door, 10 dogs in tow, grabbing my branch shears, and I just hack. I've already thought out where I'm going to cut, but the prosess is not pretty.

By the time your done, all you see are piles and piles of weed. You're soaked to the balls. You just want it to be over, ASAP. Enter the attic. That's a great place to stuff it! "Honey, give me a hand, just feed it to me". Half hour later , pppfffttt you're done.

As you soak in the bath,you ask yourself, How many did I just take? I know, stupid question. I should know this shit. But if you are following this log, I grow regrows, and they have many branches, that look like whole plants out of one hole. I didn't take it all, just took some here and there. Anyway. What's done is done.

The attic, in a humid envionment like here, you can just forget about it. I can leave it up there for months, if I want to. The attic is the perfect place. Like a weed bank.

Harvest continues, I recruit a couple of my old trimmers. My patients (I hope you are reading this, AL girl.) kick in (for about 20 minutes), Wife of my youth and myself, We attack the incomming pile....we stop it...we push it back...WE ARE WINNING!!!

Then the wheels fall off the bus.

Wife throws hissy fit because I boinked trimmers 25 or so years back. Long before her time. Patients bail. Wife and I at war. She doesn't want those "c**ts under this roof! Now if my patients (who promised me they would help until the end) were here I would not have this problem.

Ah! You gave them da meds before they finished trimming, yah?
Next time...
Give them their share, un-trimmed.
Toss in a pair of fiskers anna beeg smile.

Shit. This is turning into a rant. Back the bus up.

The past couple of days have been perfect. No need to touch the leftovers. So I go up in the attic. I have a headlamp on and the light hits those hanging dry plants and all you see is the glitter of a billion crystals. My jaw hits the ground. Sweet Jesus. Look left. Is that what I think it is? A cali girl! How did this get here? Oh baby...personal stash.

Pull that puppy down, get to work. Just me vs #9. And it seem #9 is winning. Twenty years ago I would have that done in a 10 hour sit. Now it takes two days. I just did #6. That took me @10 hours to do a lb and change.

No matter how you look at it I need my trimmers back. My wife of my youth needs a vacation. Big time. For maybe....two weeks? More?

Must work on that.

Here's some pics. Welcome to my world. Today it sucks. Knock out #9. Two days. I'm old.

Seriously, wish I could he'p.
"Planes leave every hour."
'Course you could just ship me a trunk fulla.
I'd ship back da trimmed buds, honest.

Talk about bad timing, I like to trim an' my friend needs a hand.:thumbsup:
Heck, I'd do a day's trimmin for da "finger hash".:jointsmile:

How-some-ever, wife of my dotage just got a job after a year of hunting.
Happened as soon as she agreed to house-sit for a friend.
So, I'm stuck home bein' da doggydaddy.


I'd say that you need da 2 week vacation.
We have a guest room.


Aloha nui,
Wee 'zard