An Escape
My Angels laid a lot of heavy things on me. My pipes are my escape, but only partly. My pipes are a part of my Spirituality. I don’t have many wants in this life and really never have except for what we could afford. I don’t need Dunhill pipes in my collection. In fact I don’t even need pipes costing a hundred dollars. I’d rather have a lot of tobaccos I can choose from and smoke those blends in the pipes I have.
Good tobacco doesn’t have to be expensive. If I can get eight ounces for around 30 bucks that is just fine with me. I have figured out that I go through about 16 ounces of tobacco in about a month. Then I just order more. Smoking pipes takes some financial wherewithal to care for the pipes. I received a nice pipe reaming kit for Christmas that I have needed for quite some time.
I go through a batch of pipe cleaners every couple of months. I have pipe lighters that require fluid, flints, and wicks. But it’s all nickel and dime stuff compared to the cost of pipes. It’s why for a while I switched to cigars because I thought pipes were kind of troublesome. But the cost of cigars became too prohibitive in price. Back in the day a decent cigar was about a buck. Today that same cigar is often 10 to 15 dollars.
But I’ve found that my pipes help take my mind off the world. I tend to focus on enjoying my pipes of the day. It just reduces my attention on the immediate and keeps me centered on the now. My pipe today is my Savinelli Arcobaleno Blue with some Arango Balkan Supreme. My coffee this morning is Stumptown Holler Mountain. Thank you for your time and Peace and Love to each one of you.
Dave
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