Every morning I snag about six pipes to take with me to the shop. I mostly just smoke one while working at the bench, but others are great for when I switch genres of tobacco or run out to deliver and pick up all of the work I get from other stores. Then, before racking all of the days pipes before packing the last bowl of the day, I will break them all down and give them a good cleaning. Then I sometimes I have to deal with an empty space in the rack. I keep the pipes separated by shape on the racks, so when I have a hole left in the rack, I have to begin the memory game. Which one is not here. At least I know it is a bulldog, because the hole is in the bulldog rack. I then check to see if I made a mistake in placing a pipe; maybe it's a dublin that I am really missing. Nope, it's a straight bulldogie.
So, I grab a pipe out of my pocket and light it up while I ponder this. Heck, it might even be a three pipe problem.
"Where all did I go today?" "Did I leave a pipe while running errands?" "what all have I smoked today?"
Puff puff puff...
I retrace my steps... I walk back over to the shop, check out Lora's place, get her all obsessed with finding it too. Maybe the bathroom, the kitchen, The fridge, the freezer? She says that she'll continue to check while I go check my place. The bathroom, the kitchen, the fridge, the freezer? Did I check the bathroom? Check them all over again. I check the pipe bag again, recheck to see if one is out of place. I check my pockets...
Puff puff puff...
Where could it be? I check the car. Was I smoking in the coffee shop? Did I leave it on the counter at The Briary? No, I remember exactly what I was smoking and in what pipe. Accounted for. The restaurant? nope. Hmmm...
Puff puff puff...
I finish my smoke. My mind is tired. I've had to look for stones that I've dropped on the floor. I had to find the papers from the IRS. I'm frustrated and tired of looking for things. It's seems like I am always looking for something. So, I give up. I tap my ashes, clean my pipe, and put the last bulldog right into the empty space on the rack. There it is. I smack myself in the forehead, and decide not to call Lora to have her call of the search on her end. Maybe she'll feel sorry for me and buy me a new pipe, ha ha. I feel pretty stupid. Now, where did I put the TV remote control?
I look forward to full blow Dementia. At least then I will just not know that I need to be looking for things. I've instructed my kids to just Tag me with a GPS device under my skin, so that if I am out lost not knowing where I am, I can enjoy it without everyone freaking out about where I am, Ha ha!!
So, I grab a pipe out of my pocket and light it up while I ponder this. Heck, it might even be a three pipe problem.
"Where all did I go today?" "Did I leave a pipe while running errands?" "what all have I smoked today?"
Puff puff puff...
I retrace my steps... I walk back over to the shop, check out Lora's place, get her all obsessed with finding it too. Maybe the bathroom, the kitchen, The fridge, the freezer? She says that she'll continue to check while I go check my place. The bathroom, the kitchen, the fridge, the freezer? Did I check the bathroom? Check them all over again. I check the pipe bag again, recheck to see if one is out of place. I check my pockets...
Puff puff puff...
Where could it be? I check the car. Was I smoking in the coffee shop? Did I leave it on the counter at The Briary? No, I remember exactly what I was smoking and in what pipe. Accounted for. The restaurant? nope. Hmmm...
Puff puff puff...
I finish my smoke. My mind is tired. I've had to look for stones that I've dropped on the floor. I had to find the papers from the IRS. I'm frustrated and tired of looking for things. It's seems like I am always looking for something. So, I give up. I tap my ashes, clean my pipe, and put the last bulldog right into the empty space on the rack. There it is. I smack myself in the forehead, and decide not to call Lora to have her call of the search on her end. Maybe she'll feel sorry for me and buy me a new pipe, ha ha. I feel pretty stupid. Now, where did I put the TV remote control?
I look forward to full blow Dementia. At least then I will just not know that I need to be looking for things. I've instructed my kids to just Tag me with a GPS device under my skin, so that if I am out lost not knowing where I am, I can enjoy it without everyone freaking out about where I am, Ha ha!!