Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette
June 1981 I said goodbye to smoking. My kids were relieved. Probably not as much as my lungs were though. I was still playing tennis often and it didn't take me long to notice how much better I played after I stopped smoking.
Now I am one the people who do not like the smell of cigarette smoke, don't want to stand near someone who is smoking, and can detect the smell of cigarette smoke on people's clothes and hair. I try not to be a nuisance as I do believe we each have a right to make our own decisions.
When I moved into my apartment six months ago, I would catch a whiff of old cigarette smell when I opened the apartment door. Then I learned that the senior woman who occupied this apartment was a chain smoker. She had ash trays in every room. She smoked in bed. Yikes. Apparently, the apartment manager and the maintenance man spent many hours trying to "de-louse" (what is the word for getting rid of cigarette odors) and then the place was painted and new carpet and kitchen and bathroom flooring installed. It takes time to replace old scents with new ones. Finally, this place smells like home. I must say, I like my smells better!