Last Tuesday, I was told I needed to get rid of a table that was deteriorating outside. One of the legs had come off due to rains that had soaked through the top. I was able to break the other legs off and get it in the refuse container.
Now that doesn't sound like a big deal and it wasn't, because I was no longer using it and even though it had an added tile top to protect it from the elements, some of the tiles at the corners had come off in it's many moves since I tiled it in 1971 and were irreplaceable due to the tile pattern. In that way, it wasn't so hard to let go.
The thing is, I made that table in 7th grade wood shop class. I was 12 so that puts it 5 or 6 years before I started smoking.
How many things do you still have from when you were 12.
I still have the memories of making it while everyone else was still squaring up bookends. It was very advanced for a 7th grade wood shop class with a rabbetted edge concealing an inset top and tapered legs, all made of mahoghany.
It wasn't hard to let it go
Sometimes things are no longer useful
Smoking is no longer useful to me or you.
We Grow Up,
We Change, We Let Things Go
Let Smoking Go, Won't You?