Getting skunked

I did a whole blog entry yesterday morning about Ursula getting skunked. And then I got skunked by the internet -- I went to post it and something weird happened and I lost it all.

So we both feel like we're getting skunked all over the place. and I am still getting skunked by the real estate business. House still isn't sold. I am still waiting to get out of here and see how much money I'm going to have to get there. My house is almost empty so I am taking many friends up on their gracious offer of places to stay.

the good thing about all of this is that I sure feel loved. Big thanks to The Other Victoria of London and her family for inviting us to stay there. and also for their assistance on Friday night after Ursula had her encounter with the skunk.

Now I am at Nadene and Darren's in Brampton. What can you say about friends who offer up their bathtub for a smelly dog to have a tomato juice bath in, and then say, no, she doesn't have to sleep outside all night. She doesn't smell that bad ... (she now smells like a skunk living outside the Heinz tomato factory in Leamington close to where I grew up).

By the way, I got a tomato juice bath too. I figured the cleanest way to go about it was to get in the bathtub with her. So I probably smell like Leamington on a juice-producing day too.

FYI -- I am off to Tina's place tonight, and staying with her kids tomorrow. Back to Nadene and Darren's tomorrow night. Pit stop at the Hamilton house this afternoon to put in a load of laundry and unload some of the excess baggage in my car.

As usual, the best way to contact me is by email. Or cell phone even if I am way over my allotted minutes per month. Oh well, it's a cost of living that can't be avoided unless I want to be totally cut off. Which I don't.

More later. I"m doing fine even if I am terribly frustrated at the recent turn of events.