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Years ago, I had a couple students in a wilderness first responder course who were survival-skills types. They were wearing these cool sort of hooded overcoats they'd hand sewn out of old army-issue wool blankets. They gave me a pattern and I made one for myself, mostly just for the fun of doing a craft-type thing. I never used it for anything. Fast forward to the present day, and I dragged it out of a box, thought it was kinda neat, and still don't really have a use for it. Picture a dull green, rough wool bathrobe with a floppy, pointy hood, a bit like a wizard's cloak. Lately it's become my smoking jacket. I smoke around five cigarettes a day, and I only ever smoke outdoors. This thing is perfect for cold New England weather, sitting on the porch reading with a smoke. It's like, well, it literally is, wearing a wool blanket. Cozy.


This thread is for little comments about your life that bring you a smile, or just a pleasant few seconds in your day.
 
About 3 weeks ago one of our family friends, died of lung cancer after a 40 year career of smoking.

Stop smoking idiot and burn the rag.
 
I meditate, that always brings a smile even after the poorest of poor days. Oh yeah, and cute chicks make me smile too.

Nice thread...
 
And for the nice bit. . .


Every day when I ride, as I cross a certain hill I get a view of the Blue Ridge framed between the horses ears, allowing me for just an instant to see the world as he sees the world.
 
When I drive across town to get my kids from school I pass by the original neighborhood, the one with houses no less than 100 years old, all having wood burning stoves. The scent on that street calms me every time I drive by. Earthy, sweet and spicy scent of whatever oak or wood they are burning.

It's a winter thing only, in the spring I see them pumping out their basements because we live on the river and it's very wet here so I'd never buy there but I appreciate it nonetheless.
 
About 3 weeks ago one of our family friends, died of lung cancer after a 40 year career of smoking.

Stop smoking idiot and burn the rag.
I love that you care. Every time I have a physical I make them aware, and they keep telling me my lungs are fine, that to some extent my active lifestyle offsets the damage, and my keeping it to a minimum helps as well. Sorry about your friend.
I meditate, that always brings a smile even after the poorest of poor days. Oh yeah, and cute chicks make me smile too.

Nice thread...
Meditation is excellent. I love the subtle change in the way you perceive the world that comes after a couple weeks's regular practice.
And for the nice bit. . .


Every day when I ride, as I cross a certain hill I get a view of the Blue Ridge framed between the horses ears, allowing me for just an instant to see the world as he sees the world.

Nice. I've lately been developing a slight but growing appreciation for horse-driving.
 
Texas sunsets are incredible. I never stop marveling at how wonderful they are.
Yes, one of the rarely mentioned benefits of flat states with distant mountains. I like Florida for the flatness and the great views of clouds and thunderstorms.
When I drive across town to get my kids from school I pass by the original neighborhood, the one with houses no less than 100 years old, all having wood burning stoves. The scent on that street calms me every time I drive by. Earthy, sweet and spicy scent of whatever oak or wood they are burning.

It's a winter thing only, in the spring I see them pumping out their basements because we live on the river and it's very wet here so I'd never buy there but I appreciate it nonetheless.

There's nothing like that smell. We came home from this weekend with our clothes perfumed with it.
 
There's nothing like that smell. We came home from this weekend with our clothes perfumed with it.

It always reminds me of camp fires and summer bonfires at home. There is nothing quite like gathering around a pit of burning wood, drinking in the stars and relaxing to the snaps and crackles from the flames.
 
I love that you care. Every time I have a physical I make them aware, and they keep telling me my lungs are fine, that to some extent my active lifestyle offsets the damage, and my keeping it to a minimum helps as well. Sorry about your friend.

Meditation is excellent. I love the subtle change in the way you perceive the world that comes after a couple weeks's regular practice.


Nice. I've lately been developing a slight but growing appreciation for horse-driving.

You keep telling yourself that


PS you stink
 
It always reminds me of camp fires and summer bonfires at home. There is nothing quite like gathering around a pit of burning wood, drinking in the stars and relaxing to the snaps and crackles from the flames.

Toss a tire on there and then you got something:rolleyes:
 
I love that you care. Every time I have a physical I make them aware, and they keep telling me my lungs are fine, that to some extent my active lifestyle offsets the damage, and my keeping it to a minimum helps as well. Sorry about your friend.

Everyone thinks they're the one who can beat nicotine - until the day the doctor reports otherwise.

I won't mention it again.
 
And for the nice bit. . .


Every day when I ride, as I cross a certain hill I get a view of the Blue Ridge framed between the horses ears, allowing me for just an instant to see the world as he sees the world.

Your post made me smile.

My step mother raised Arabians. From the time I could walk till I finally rebelled it seemed like all I did before school and after schools was train, groom, clean up shit, and throw bails of hay. My weekends where horse shows. I despised it...

Except for trail riding with friends; being free of having my form corrected, running through the woods, finding natural jumps, and crossing rivers.
 
The most important lesson in my life to date has been. . . 'Heels Down!'.
 
There was a fire at a body shop here Sunday...you could smell it all over town...for a while I thought i was smoking the belt on my sled till I saw the smoke in the air

I did some structural work for a guy who shreds tires for playgrounds and driveways so any and all tires I know of go to him. In exchange the floor beneath our tree house is cushioned with shredded tires and the rope I put up to cling to isn't as dangerous when you fling yourself off of it.
 
It always reminds me of camp fires and summer bonfires at home. There is nothing quite like gathering around a pit of burning wood, drinking in the stars and relaxing to the snaps and crackles from the flames.

It's one of the most primally home-and-comfort smells there is. It's indicated safety, security, companionship, and food since before humans had language.


Chilly, I think you may be missing the point of the thread.
 
I did some structural work for a guy who shreds tires for playgrounds and driveways so any and all tires I know of go to him. In exchange the floor beneath our tree house is cushioned with shredded tires and the rope I put up to cling to isn't as dangerous when you fling yourself off of it.

Do you actually bounce or just land a bit softer?
 
After taking kids to school in the morning, I enjoy the clear views down my road of the volcano, Mt Redoubt. Not puffing lately, but still the pale purple and pink sunrise hitting the silhouette, never gets old.
 
I did some structural work for a guy who shreds tires for playgrounds and driveways so any and all tires I know of go to him. In exchange the floor beneath our tree house is cushioned with shredded tires and the rope I put up to cling to isn't as dangerous when you fling yourself off of it.

What does he do with the steel belted radials? I'm picturing a rope dive into a little bed of razor sharp wires.
 
After taking kids to school in the morning, I enjoy the clear views down my road of the volcano, Mt Redoubt. Not puffing lately, but still the pale purple and pink sunrise hitting the silhouette, never gets old.

Volcanoes are so damn photogenic. I think in part because so often they stand alone, not as part of a ridgeline.
 
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