I Tried

Every morning after my wife serves me breakfast, I read the news, smoke my pipe, meditate, and write.  I have many sources to find things to wrote about.  I won't mention HER name again.  I promise.  I tried not to.  I had to go back to February 3 of last year to find a post that had more hits than yesterday's post.  Probably because I mentioned HER.  My wife really liked yesterday's post.

I began writing this yesterday and this morning I went back over this one and did some more editing.  I could comment on the SB commercials this morning, but yesterday is over, and I'm sighing a sigh of relief.  A missed extra point made all the difference in the game.  My wife and I enjoyed watching the whole thing together.  Wednesday is Valentine's Day and I'm expecting a tobacco order order to arrive sometime between now and then.

But I'll stay with the same theme this morning and then simply move on.  I wasn't sure I could write about the theme of love any more this week, thinking that VD is simply another day in the calendar year.  It's Chinese New Year and I have some thoughts on that, but as I mentioned in yesterday's  post, love is for the entire book of our lives and not just for a single day.  Maybe Wednesday is more for romance, but love is every single day, not just one day of the year.

My wife and I talked about going out for VD, but getting into a place just seems like so much of a hassle.  We'll avoid the crowds and in all honesty, it's just another day.  As I think it should be.  Engagements are common with June weddings to follow.  

But I'd almost like to write about my tobacco order, for pipe smoking requires something other than just a pipe.  I ordered tobacco because I needed some more Aromatic tobacco, as I have plenty of English tobacco, but my wife likes the room note of a good Aromatic.

I'll tie my thoughts togethher here that I deleted in writing yesterday's post.  I'm quite happy my wife allows for me to smoke a pipe, as I can now say I've been smoking a pipe for 50 years instead of almost 50 years.  I bought my first pipe 50 years ago almost to the day.  I don't believe it was for VD, but at this point, I simply don't remember that far back.  My then future wife was with me when I bought my first pipe and accessories to go with it.  My first pouch of tobacco had a picture of a sliced apple on the pouch and that is all I can recall. It obviously was an apple flavored Aromatic tobacco. 

I'm just thankful my wife has allowed for it all these years.  Love has many ways to express itself, but this is just one way she's expressed her love.  I've often smoked a pipe indoors, but then I got into cigars, which I smoked only outdoors, and I have smoked outdoors since with a few very rare exceptions.  But for 50 years a pipe in some form or another has been a part of my life.  Sometimes she thinks I might smoke too much, particularly since my heart attack.  But I find a pipe to be very relaxing and is now a tool for quiet meditation.  

So, I'm writung this morning with thoughts of the various posts I wrote, but deleted.  So, these are my thoughts this morning about love.  It manifests itself in so many ways.  And that is my point this morning.  I'm smoking my Gettysburg pipe with some Bailey's Front Porch English tobacco and I thank you for your time this morning.  Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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