This morning when I let Kota outside into his pen, he rushed to the back where the bushes are located. I stepped inside, and then I smelled it- he had gotten skunked. I raced over and because it was a baby, it wasn’t a lot of spray (had it been an adult) Kota would have backed off immediately and raced back to me. But, it was enough to make an impact. The baby saw me coming and charged me and YUCK I got it as well.

Thank God for Nature’s Remedy and hot showers. Don’t feed into the myth about tomato juice. I learned when I got skunked years ago, that does not work! The baby may have been small, but she was mighty! LOL
She kept charging me most of her oil fell on my shoes and jeans.Not a good start to the day-

Back in May, I posted that after we suffered through a bad flood in the house, a contractor arrived and looked at the damage and told us that through a special program, he would bring his team over and do the work (completely remodeling our bathroom) for free. He said the store they work with would donate everything we needed to make this work and he would do the labor for free. The job consists of tearing out the bathroom completely and replacing shower,  sink and toilet- widening the door so that Mike could at least get the wheelchair into the room. I was so stunned because we had over a dozen contractors here looking at the job in the weeks before- most of them said it was going to be a $5,000 job. No one wanted to tackle it for less.

We did put in an insurance claim, but when the adjuster encountered dry rot all support on that end stopped. We were asked why we didn’t catch the leak sooner? How were we supposed to know that the previous owners had put down new tile over old (there were 5 layers of tile on our floor and the leak was under the third layer!) How did we know, since we are on a well  not city water. There was no bill to show a spike that all this water was flooding our home. We didn’t realize it until the water spread to the living room carpet and kept soaking the rug. I was blaming Kota at first when the stain appeared although the only time he ever had an accident was his first night with us. Plus the wetness did not smell like pee.

I did call the contractor last month, to find out when they might be able to start the job,  but the phone call did not go over well. I won’t call again. I don’t know what we are going to do now but when I go into the bathroom, I feel like the floor is going to collapse on me. It is quite scary.

I come from a time where your word was your bond. You shook hands, you helped your neighbors. And if you couldn’t deliver on a promise, you never promised in the first place. There were barn raises, hamburger frys on the weekends, neighborhood block parties. People had love of God, values, morals and manners. All of that seems to be lacking these days and this makes me feel sad… and very old.