Don't enjoy smoking in cold weather outside. It used to be weather didn't matter at all. The other day I was out in 42 degree weather and thinking to myself "WTF?"
Another Sign Of Getting Old.
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AZ! 81 degrees out and flowers blooming.
In my teens I wouldn't be seen dead wearing anything else than t-shirt and jeans.
But now I'm indoors with a vest, shirt, waistcoat, and jacket.
Sometimes I even wear a parka indoors. That's how sad it is getting older !
But now I'm indoors with a vest, shirt, waistcoat, and jacket.
Sometimes I even wear a parka indoors. That's how sad it is getting older !
Things that have made me feel old. Listen to the oldies station and hearing Van Halen and thinking this doesn't belong here then realizing that it's as old as led Zepplin was when I was in High School. Talking to a teenager (intern at work) who got so excited I listened to classic rock as in things from the 90's. When I get invited out and I think but I want to go home.
it's awesome young people are lame. I often tell them they're the stupidiest they're going to be for at least the next few decades (some people go downhill at 50).
haha, call me when it's -42!!!
In all seriousness though I have noticed the same. Used to not care at all, but now it's not so much the cold as it is all the crap I have to put on and bring with me to make the cold tolerable when smoking.
In all seriousness though I have noticed the same. Used to not care at all, but now it's not so much the cold as it is all the crap I have to put on and bring with me to make the cold tolerable when smoking.
I probably would, if you tied me onto a skateboard ?
but very slowly. Most people think old people move slow because of reflex's and strength. Nope it's because they have build up their own gravitational pull.
That, and waking up to pee a dozen times a night, toenails turn to cast iron, hair growing out my ears, and injuring myself by just sleeping. Ha ha!
Yeah. I found myself wearing wool lined waist coat, and WWI jerkin in the house.
Peeing at night sucks. Keep stepping on dog toys since I can't see shit.
Consider yourself lucky it's only the dog's toys that you step on !
Every condo or house I sold not once did I get someone bitching about the smell. Candles are your friends and lots are needed. Another way to fuck up someone's sense of smell is to fire a few shots of Ozium at the front door as they walk in. Ozium is the balls. Been using it since the mid seventies when teachers would come into out dorm rooms we blasted them with Ozium and while they could see smoke, they couldn't tell it was weed or cigarettes'. We did have 3 teachers who were cool and didn't care and would actually smoke with us on occasion. I always provided the wee das I had more than anyone at the school.
Luckily my girlfriend lived right next to the school and I kept my stash in her hey loft. They used to search my dorm on a regular basis and found nothing. I had 4 guys selling for me and the headmaster had no clue.
The headmaster threatened to throw me out of the school for dealing even though I was never caught with any drugs. When he called me into his office to get rid of me. I told him he had better check with my dad who owned his own corporate law firm. The head master called my dad and after my dad asked the right questions, my dad asked him if he could afford getting papered to death by attorneys for a few years in court and my dad asked him how much his lawyers would charge him as he was litigating for free when it came to me. The head master never bothered me again even though he saw kids handing me all kinds of cash in the lunch line. That pissed him of to no end. Eventually he liked me as I saved a kid from jumping off the third floor fire escape. That would have been a hell of a law suit.
I had this thing about kids who were mistreated and were told they were less than. I got in more fights than I can count as I was like that since 7th grade. I hated fucking bullies and kicked their asses as often as I could. The Irish kids were the ones I fought with the most, just like at home.
Luckily my girlfriend lived right next to the school and I kept my stash in her hey loft. They used to search my dorm on a regular basis and found nothing. I had 4 guys selling for me and the headmaster had no clue.
The headmaster threatened to throw me out of the school for dealing even though I was never caught with any drugs. When he called me into his office to get rid of me. I told him he had better check with my dad who owned his own corporate law firm. The head master called my dad and after my dad asked the right questions, my dad asked him if he could afford getting papered to death by attorneys for a few years in court and my dad asked him how much his lawyers would charge him as he was litigating for free when it came to me. The head master never bothered me again even though he saw kids handing me all kinds of cash in the lunch line. That pissed him of to no end. Eventually he liked me as I saved a kid from jumping off the third floor fire escape. That would have been a hell of a law suit.
I had this thing about kids who were mistreated and were told they were less than. I got in more fights than I can count as I was like that since 7th grade. I hated fucking bullies and kicked their asses as often as I could. The Irish kids were the ones I fought with the most, just like at home.
Another sign of getting old. Oh no. You mean there are more? One of the best bits of advice I've gotten was to take a flashlight when you go to the bathroom in the dark. There's always some stray piece of clutter to trip you up, even for very tidy people, which we're not.
42 isn’t too bad. I use to ski all the time… with no hat/cap because it wasn’t cool. We’d be out all day… and into the evening sometimes w/frozen snot on our faces. Now, a couple runs and I’m ready to come in… I still love to ski, just not the cold… and I wear a cap, hand warmers, heated jacket, etc. ?
Nose hairs, ear hairs, peeing in the middle of the night. All boxes checked. At my age now it definitely is more difficult for me to smoke outside in the colder months here in Nebraska. I have to bundle up like I'm on some Arctic adventure. Fortunately I have an enclosed porch that becomes my pipe smoking room in late Fall and Winter. Once the temperatures dip below 45 (Fahrenheit) or so, it's the porch for me. There was a time I could smoke outside most of Winter, but I think those days have passed.
But did it work as well as Ozium ?
It is my theory that once you get to a certain age your hair decides to grow inward. If I had the hair growing on top of my head like I do coming out my nose and ears I would need to use a weed trimmer to cut it.
sorness certainly lasts longer still not used to that takes more but not gone by next day. at 2 i'd get sore easier but it didn't linger like it does now. oh and rice crispy knees, snap crackle and pop when you start to move again.
To the OP's point, I do enjoy a pipe on a cold day here in Central Colorado. I ambulate around a lake at the base of ski resort during the winter with my pipe and a hearty latakia blend. Quite lovely.
That said, during the last six months, my life has changed, as have my priorities. While my natural state was cranky 60-year-old -- turning 50 in December --- yelling, "Get off my lawn" before that was a thing, I have noticed that I just don't tolerate stupidity any more.
In the meantime, yeah, the mid-sleep break is going OK.
That said, during the last six months, my life has changed, as have my priorities. While my natural state was cranky 60-year-old -- turning 50 in December --- yelling, "Get off my lawn" before that was a thing, I have noticed that I just don't tolerate stupidity any more.
In the meantime, yeah, the mid-sleep break is going OK.