Slow Puffs
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Each day my tobacco is in eye-sight, and, can be easily touched and caressed. I am admittedly eclectic in the various blends that fill the shelves in my “office”. I call it an office but it is actually a “love den”, giving me indescribable pleasure and joy.
There was a time when I could actually tell anyone how many different blends that I have. Now, I can’t. It doesn’t matter. I’m beyond caring about mere “counting”.
It has been torture to open any tin, reaching mostly for jars of bulk blends.
Recently, I had an epiphany, so to speak. It came while watching the movie “Groundhog Day” for the umpteenth time. It came during one of the repeated scenes where Bill Murray’s character encountered the insurance salesman. In one of those scenes, the salesman says something to this affect:
“Hey, I have clients who live and die by reading actuary charts.”
At that moment, I decided to start opening tins and enjoying the tobacco.
:shock: Paul
There was a time when I could actually tell anyone how many different blends that I have. Now, I can’t. It doesn’t matter. I’m beyond caring about mere “counting”.
It has been torture to open any tin, reaching mostly for jars of bulk blends.
Recently, I had an epiphany, so to speak. It came while watching the movie “Groundhog Day” for the umpteenth time. It came during one of the repeated scenes where Bill Murray’s character encountered the insurance salesman. In one of those scenes, the salesman says something to this affect:
“Hey, I have clients who live and die by reading actuary charts.”
At that moment, I decided to start opening tins and enjoying the tobacco.
:shock: Paul