Some Things Can't be Explained

 If you have to explain something with a reason or excuse, I've learned it's best you don't.  But some things simply don't need an explanation.  I smoke a pipe, but I couldn't explain in a million years why I do.  I just do.  I've done my best to explain why I do.  One word comes to mind:  Relaxation.  I learned this best while in NY and I brought my reason with me to Florida.  We have been asked whether we are staying in Florida.  I can honestly say from what I know right now, we are permanent residents of Florida.

Where we will be come November, we aren't sure.  We'll be in Florida, but will need to find another place.  We are getting ideas.  But my wife insists we won't own a place.  But while we can plan, I live for the right now, as I have for three decades.  But the fact is, I can't explain why.  I have had to learn how to live.  Living in NY was a must.  Nearly two years in NY taught me a lot.  But I can't explain why or how.  

People write books to explain things that can't be explained by any other means.  Maybe there is a book in me yet.  I certainly can't explain much, if anything here, but this is a blog about stuff.  And it's about pipes and pipe tobacco.  There are things that need no explanation, so I focus on those things without a lot of explanation.  

I received my package of tobacco the other day.  It contained eight ounces of Sutliff's Vanilla Cream tobacco, which smelled so good when I opened the package, I wanted my wife to smell it after opening and she said it smelled good.  Old pipe smokers settle in on maybe one or two favorite tobaccos, because we care that the aroma of a pipe is pleasant to those around us.  I don't have to explain why I have a few favorite pipe tobaccos, other than to say my wife likes the aroma.  

I'll smoke a bowl of Old Professor once in awhile to satisfy my need for a good English tobacco once in a great while.  Pipe smokers make an endless stream of pipe smoking videos, because they can't stop explaining.  Books are written by the same author for that very reason.  Like life, some stories don't end.  Only in fairy tales do they live happily ever after, because too much has to explained if they don't.  We like for happy endings, but unless a character dies, that character goes on another adventure.  

We'd like for Castaway for example, to have a happy ending, but it doesn't.  Life goes on.  And sometimes life goes on and on.  Maybe in the end, we might ask how someone died.  The last thirty years of my life has gone on and on and is still going.  So, I write about right now, because I can't explain the last thirty years.  Einstein's wife was once asked if she understood Einstein's theory of relativity.  She said she didn't but that she understood Einstein.   And if I told my story, it would be a boring tale.  I needed to be in Ohio in order to understand why I needed to be in NY and now why I need to be here in Florida.  I can't explain it, but I understand it.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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