Back when I was a naive (read ignorant) youngun' of about forty years old I quit smoking. Finally the fear of lung cancer outdid the jonesing for a cigarette. I soothed my frantic early cravings by telling myself that I would smoke again when I hit my mid seventies. You are so close to death what does it matter if you smoke? Well guess what? That is NOW!!!!
I had pictured myself sitting in a senior establishment, a fancy particularly beautiful one, at a card table with three other old ladies playing bridge. On that table were ashtrays and we were firmly ensconced in the smoking section. It was a pleasant future to look forward to, all of us sucking back that elixir.
And now it's time. Firstly, I am not in a fancy senior establishment. I am still in my house. Secondly there is no such thing as a smoking area in these establishments anymore. You have to go outside suffering the elements, far away from the front door. Thirdly, who knew a pack of smokes would end up being half your weekly allowance. Holy Hannah!!!! they are mind numbingly expensive. And fourthly I still have the deadly fear of lung cancer and a very faded urgency for a cigarette.
Plus, I thought in my mid seventies I would feel more like an old feeble blister. I was wrong. I have not ended up that way. I don't feel old enough to justify smoking again. Plus when I am cooking mildly spicy stuff it seizes my throat up. I can't imagine assaulting it with smoke. A couple of years ago I tried a puff from a mild vape, flavoured with raspberry and I still cough when I think of it. I have become a weenie,
So now I have to give up a long held dream. I looked forward to that day in that lovely place with other old lady blisters. But I think I will stick to just visiting the old folks place here in Port. I am starting soon with the old lady who took Monte in a few years back when he desperately needed a place. Shirley is now in a senior place and her grandson and I are going to start visiting. A much healthier endeavour I would say. TFL&TTYL
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