Memory Smells (not to be confused with my memory stinks)
I sit here writing this covered in Vicks Vaporub. I generally hate the smell because if I smell like that, it means I'm sick. And I am. But it also reminds me of my mom. I can remember my mom slathering that on me, covering the affected area with a handkerchief so it wouldn't make my clothes smell (I'm pretty sure that didn't work). Later, my friend who grew up in Estonia and had tricks for every ailment taught me that Vicks on the bottom of your feet covered by socks also helps. It works. My mom didn't know that. As I lay in bed last night, feeling a combination of sorry for myself because I'm sick and sorry for myself because I can't call my mom and get the care that only a mom can give, I thought about other smells that mean something to me. The first one is Lysol spray. I have no idea why but this always smelled like my Grandpa's after shave cologne. I know it wasn't his cologne but for reasons I can't explain, when I smell...