The Thoughts of a Frumpy Professor

............................................ ............................................ A blog devoted to the ramblings of a small town, middle aged college professor as he experiences life and all its strange variances.

Friday, February 15, 2019

Valentine's Day Yesterday


My wife and I had a quiet, romantic evening at home for Valentine's Day. 

Valentine's Day was a bit different from usual though in that a) I did not get her any candy because she is trying to avoid said because of a "pre-Type II" diabetic condition she is attempting to alleviate, and b) I did not indulge in any pleasant wine or other libations. 

Interestingly, while I never have been a big drinker (probably 3-4 drinks a month on average, maybe a little bit more when I was able to frequently visit my father-in-law), I think in the last year, I have had perhaps 3-4 drinks total.  For me, in many ways, I think that when I would drink.... I did so in many ways.... to ENHANCE my pipe smoking experience.  I always relished how after a drink or two, the beauty and intensity of having a pipe would grow significantly.   Without the pipe, drinking seems rather superfluous in many ways. 

Well, back to Valentine's Day.... it was a quiet pleasure between us and even though different than most years... it was wonderful to spend that time together.

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Thursday, February 14, 2019

One, Uno. Un, Ein, один


Last year on this date, was the start of Lent for 2018.  It is on that date that I began my fast from smoking my beloved pipes and pipe tobaccos.  So, I have now completed one full year away from them. 

What have I learned during this year?  Several things, both good and bad:

1.  I learned that I *have* been able to muster enough strength and resolve to NOT smoke my pipes and pipe tobaccos. 

2.  I  have learned that it is not always hard and difficult to not smoke a pipe. 

I admit that during the six weeks of Lent, virtually every moment outside of work had me thinking about, missing, and feeling sorry for myself about the loss of my friendly pipes.  But, now, one year later.... I do actually have some times where I do not think about pipes and pipe smoking.  And, I think I have even had a small handful of "whole 24 hour" days where during that day, I did not even think about a pipe or pipe tobacco.  I can say that on average now-a-days, I have roughly 3-4 thoughts about smoking a pipe most days now.... which is considerably less than initially.  

3.  After one year, there are still days where I desperately would love and relish having a beautifully large bowl of beautiful burley tobacco leaf and just sit and indulge, pulling delightfully deep droughts of the thick, chalky smoke from the stem, and feel the beautiful cascade of its pleasures as it saturates my mind, body, and soul.  I probably feel this very deep yearning once every week or so now, but when it happens.... it is intense and fills my mind with thoughts both beautiful and melancholic at the same time, as I struggle to resist the siren's call. 

4.  Over the course of the year, I have at various times of struggle, held an cleaned pipe in my hands or carried it around in my pocket to play with during the day.  I am not sure of the value of this, however.  I think sometimes it does feel nice to touch and hold one of my old, trusty pipes, but then at other times, doing so leads to a bit of sadness. 

5.  Another interesting thing I have learned is that even though I am presuming my "aura" was always rather pleasantly "pipey", and that my pipe tobaccos were always in the more pleasant aroma realm.... I was not really as aware as I now am of how noticeable that "aura" is to a non-smoking individual.  When I meet a person who has been smoking, I notice it far more than I used to.  When it is a pipe smoker (sadly uncommon) I can often times even tell what particular pipe tobacco had been indulged in.  When it is a smoker of another form of tobacco, I find it sharper, and more pungent than I recalled. 

So, today is my one year anniversary.  I am not really sure I want to continue with the fast.  But, at the same time I am not sure I want to rejoin the hobby either.  Rejoining would be easy, and enjoyable, but there are costs of course.  But, fasting also involves its own set of "costs" as well. 

I guess the best I can say right now is that I am reasonably glad I did this, I am happy to have proven to myself that I could do this, and for the time being I will probably just keep carrying on like I have been, but I am not sure of much beyond that. 

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Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Caulking, & Repairing


In an extremely rare occurrence, a significant snow & ice storm hit with enough force that not only were all the K-12 schools closed, but the U as well.  We had approximately 1/3 inch of freezing rain, and then about 7 inches of heavy snow, followed later in the morning by about 2 inches of dry, light snow and heavy winds. 

So, luckily I was able to get to the track and put in my 5 miles of running ahead of the snow and ice becoming TOO horrendous.  Then for the rest of the day, I vacillated between two things:  A)  Shoveling and plowing to keep the driveway and sidewalks under some semblance of control and to move the plowed snow from the street and from in front of the mailbox that the big county trucks pushed over the mailbox, driveway, and curbs. And B) Caulking, and doing some minor wall repair in one of our bathrooms.  A person who shall remain nameless (but not me), accidentally pushed on one of the towel racks with such force, that the anchors embedded in the drywall for the bolts pulled out leaving gaping holes in the walls. I have repaired the plaster and probably can put on a coat of primer today in preparation for painting the one wall.   After I finish sanding and priming, I will put in new anchors a few inches above where the prior ones were (the repaired area would not be appropriately strong for a towel rack). 

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Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Wasabi Peas


One of my favorite mindless "snacking" items lately has been dried, wasabi peas.  I have enjoyed them for a decade or more, but I am in a cycle where I am eating a lot of the little crunchy beasts now.  I put them in salads, and just eat them as snacks.  They are good!

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Monday, February 11, 2019

Monday Malaise

Today was a day that turned out to be too hectic and busy for my own good.  Too many tasks, not enough time.  It has been the sort of day that you wonder more than once how the hell you got yourself into all this nonsense?

Thank you, though, to everyone for their comments about Google+ .  It appears that I fortunately have not used it, nor is that system a part of my comments.  So, I do not have change a damn thing. :)

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Friday, February 08, 2019

Google +


It appears that "Google +" is being discontinued.  But, other aspects of Google are not.  What I read on line is that "Google+ Comments" are being shut down as well.  Google owns Blogger.  Blogger is the tool I use to write my blog.   I am not sure if I have my comments section through Google+, some other Google thing, or some other commenting system entirely.  It appears that I have what is the most common type of commenting system used by people writing on Blogger (It looks like most of the commenting sections that I use on other people's blogs who write on Blogger.). 

Can anyone explain whether the commenting system I have here is Google + (which I would have to worry about and try to change to another style or something else and I do not have to worry?

I have no clue.

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Thursday, February 07, 2019

Would Be 91


If my beautiful mother were still alive, she would be 91 years old today.  I miss her.  I hope both she and my dad are happy in heaven and that if they can watch me from above that they are proud of me and know that I do try very hard to be a good, kind, gentle person.

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