Maybe Too Quiet

 I’m looking for a gym to join.  I belonged to a gym, but quit going because the insurance quit paying for it.  But I found one with a very nominal fee.  Maybe my life is too quiet and my brain isn’t.  I’m beginning to think of myself as just a crazy old man who just sits and smokes a pipe all day.  I’m interrupted in my bouts of craziness with visits from my wife.

We’ll discuss things that matter.  Then I go back into my own fantasy world full of Angels and a lot hope.  I’ll write about the Angels now, not just referring to them as Spirit Guides, but in a way I feel as though I’m simply waiting for the Messiah to come.  Maybe I was to get back to the gym just to be around more people.  Maybe it is what I need.  

I’ve been walking around the neighborhood and see the occasional walker or runner and wish them good morning, but the gym has energy I need to be around more.  I need youthful energy, like the kind I get on our visits to NYC.  But after city life for about three days I’m about ready to leave.  I love the energy but three days is about all I can take.

Cape Coral is like suburbia without being near a big city.  The closest we are to a city is Tampa.  We even talked about living there.  But right now this is home.  And I’d like to stay here.  But getting back to my point, the gym has youthful energy I need to be around.  I could go other places to smoke a pipe, but most places nearby a cigar bars and I feel obligated to buy a cigar every time I go in one.

I’ll smoke a cigar a couple of times a year, but cigar smokers are different from pipe smokers.  Cigar smokers socialize.  Pipe smokers like quiet conversation with maybe a fellow pipe smoker.  I get lost in thought and will share my space, but for me it’s not about socialization.  It’s more about the quiet.  Or quiet conversation.

Well, those are my thoughts this morning as I smoke my Peterson System pipe with some Voodoo Queen this morning.  My coffee this morning is Mt. Comfort coffee.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave.  

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