It is a raining day and another point form documentation of the day. Just writing off my notes.
We are 3 weeks on the road and still homeless and living in a camper. The cats are driving us crazy and I have even thought of opening the door and tossing them out. The pacing, the meowing, and the growling at each other. Then there is the use of the litter box in the middle of the night that is an extremely gross and a rude awakening in such a small quarters and even though I get up and clean it right after someone has used it, the process never stops with 3 cats. Yes 3 cats, because already Ringo sleeps in the truck at night with his own litter box. He is such a bully. Can you actually hear the tone of my writing? LOL yeah still laughing but barely.
Highway is no better, he is now muffled by spending the night in the truck (with Ringo). the truck is parked at the front of camp that help blocks the sound of the highway traffic. While we are not used to the sound of highway traffic, it is the lessor of the evils of our menagerie. At least I can sleep with the traffic.
Since this date we have set up new quarters for Baby and Little tree (The really stinky one) so that they too are in the truck at night. We now have some peace with only Lulu in the camper. But it is a daily routine mostly for Tom of gathering pets at night and then retrieving in the morning. I have included some pictures of the new sleeping arrangements for your curiosity.
We looked at 2 houses (2pm and 330pm) near Fredericton, no Ocean but waterfront.
Both are a big fat NO
1st house was nice, newer, lots of room indoors, but 8.5 acres downward cliff to the river through thick (not landscaped) brush and trees and in the front of the house was a 10 foot wall hill of grass (extremely steep to mow) with the highway above that. It was hard pressed on tip toes to see the water, and there were houses next door on either side. no view of anything really interesting. I know if we could find this house plunked somewhere else it would be beautiful.
2nd house was on a hill with a low traffic road in front and then the water. It had 5 acres, a huge double garage with a loft....hmmm...interesting... and another outbuilding huge shed. We first walked to the shed and I couldn't put more than 2 feet into it and had to leave. It was so musty and moldy it would have to be torn down. Totally not functional for storage. The garage smelled like any other garage but the upstairs loft was definitely used for mechanics as it too smelled like a lifetime of oil and grease mechanics. (ok still not too bad) but then the house was like walking into grandma's house. Ohhhh dear..... Now technically I am old enough to be a grandma, but not old enough to smell like the grandma of our time when we were kids. you know that musty old smell mixed with cooking and old things.
I could have overlooked it, but the whole house looked and smelled like the vintage dated grandma. The master bedroom upstairs was connected and only passable through the bathroom that everyone used. Sort of like sleeping in a camper with 4 cats, you would be aware of every noise and smell during the night by guests and family members using the facilities. The clincher of the big ole "NO" was the basement. While they said in the disclosure that there was never any flooding, there certainly was moisture issues and some mold smell. Tom and the realtor went downstairs, but I couldn't walk down there from the 1st step down. It was a no for me and my nose, it wouldn't matter how good the fishing and view was.
Back in camp, supper was BBQ pork chops and corn. The BBQ works fabulously!
Today I am grateful for a good nose and a bed with only 1 cat.
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