Rough Road

Oh boy, am I glad that Sunday is over with.  I would say that yesterday, Sunday, December 23rd was the most difficult day I have had in regards to my new efforts in smoking a pipe that I have had thus far.  It was much more challenging than November 26th, which was day #1. 

But, as you can see from my recording of my efforts below, that I successfully did what I damn well said I would do.  But I had to draw from every bit of my j*ck*ss*d stubbornness to not pick up my pipe, fill the large, beautiful, walnut-grained bowl with the gentle crumbles of vanilla tinctured burley leaf that I was craving, and meld flame into the crumbles.  Imagining the neuronal contentment as I inhaled a thick plume of that rich smoke was vividly playing out in my mind most all of the day. 

Why was yesterday so especially difficult?  I truly believe there were two factors.  1) I was not in a normal sort of routine for the day.  Going over to my brother-in-law's is a bit chaotic, and all sorts of emotional constructs were occurring that jangled at my nerves, including aggravations of some of the various family members (my wife, and my wife's sister for instance) towards an adult nephew and niece who are not being particular kind to the family in general.  I am not involved with anything to do with this fracas, but the residual fallout jangled at my nerves in such a way that I really was wanting the solace of my pipe.  The other challenge I faced was 2) a need I had later in the day to cavort to two distant sites both at opposite ends of the county to bring heavy load items to two of my sisters.   This in itself was not a particular "problem" per say, but these items necessitated my using my friendly old pickup (to haul the items).  My old pickup is the only vehicle I currently own that I still allow myself to smoke my pipe in.  I have never smoked my pipe in my wife's new van, nor in my own daily vehicle.  And, I ALWAYS have until this drive, smoked my pipe when I  drive  my pickup.  To be in that trusty old stead without my pipe in hand while working through the gears felt as foreign to me as putting horseradish on chocolate ice cream.  So, I was feeling quite out of my natural element while driving my old pickup, and was deeply missing my pipe as I drove along. 

Here is hoping that today, Christmas Eve, is an easier go of it as far as my new pipe efforts are concerned. 

PipeTobacco

Today's (Monday's) Goal = 0
Yesterday's (Sunday's) Goal = 0 bowls
Actual consumption (Sunday) = 0 bowls