Here's my agenda for the rest of the week. Final breaking in of the only three pipes I have that are not. All the rest smoke well (some might need a few more puffs), but everything else is smokeable. Details below the picture:
Pipes on the white tray of the squalor (I think my best yet!
) from left to right: Meerschaum lined bowl in Falcon bent being biased for rum based aromatics; center is a brand new bowl, (independent make, UNLINED yayyyyy!) in my International Falcon, and on the right is my almost there Meer, only fodder so far is Sunday Picnic, but other similar orientals will be smoked in the pipe as well. I figure I'll be at these until Thursday, by which time my tastebuds, tongue and lips will be shot and will have to resort to the medicine contained in that ridiculous smiley mug given to me about 50 years ago by my sister and I haven't the heart to put it where it really belongs). Other notable parts of this squaolor are my rousting dog Ricoh, who is a 20 year old Shih-Tzu, Ricoh; totally blind, totally deaf and has been for 4 years now. He deserves a thread in the miscellaneous area and will get one soon.
What you cant see in the picture is the lane or alley in the space above Ricoh's head. It's precisely 7.5 meters long, and ends at the kitchen/dining room opening, which has a 7.5 meter Olympic Air Pistol target and bullet trap set up, and gets regular use from the right side of the sofa I'm sitting on to take this picture, quite often while I'm smoking a pipe. I need the practice as i am as bad with a pistol as I am good with a rifle. Always been that way, and practice doesn't seem t help much. as you could tell by the few holes in the wall in the dining area beyond the trap.
Have a great day, and I'll check in from time to time to see what y'all are puffin' on, eh?