Sometimes when it smells like shit...

...it's not a sewer problem. I still haven't decided if it was a diaper in the garbage that I forgot about, the mouldy kitchen garbage, the rotten laundry room garbage, the wet dog food or whether I just smell like shit. Regardless, I'm hoping now that all of that stuff is outside, it will start to smell better in here.

If not, I'm gonna have to learn to live with it because I'm so sore tonight that I'm not going anywhere.

I arrived home on Thursday to find the neighbour's paving crew putting asphalt on my property. I asked to speak to whoever was in charge and told him they were on my property. He was shocked. I told him that he (the neighbour) told me that they were using his property survey and he answered, no, he gave us measurements. He told them to go from the corner of the shed. I told him that the shed is on my property. He immediately said they would fix it. The neighbour had come outside by this point and starts saying things like, it's still your property, the line you painted washed away, etc. I'm pretty sure I could still have seen the line but he obviously had no intention of even mentioning it. Anyway, the lead guy put a peg in at the shed with a line on it and pulled it out to the street, asked me where it needed to go, and cleaned the extra tar out from the boulevard. I suggested that as they already had it all in and pressed on the rest of the drive, that they angle the edge of the drive so that the top edge is on the property line, which they did.

Today I cleaned everything out beside the drive, raked it flat, stapled plastic sheeting down and put crushed rock on top right up to the top edge of the drive. This way the angled asphalt will help keep the weeds down along the edge of the drive, my property line is still obvious, and he paid for it! After getting caught in the lies he told, it was pretty obvious that he was trying to make nice today...fat chance!

I didn't think it was that much work, but my body says otherwise...or maybe I just smell like shit, lol. Regardless, I did some back stretches on my big ball, and I'm gonna take some drugs and lie down. To the pool tomorrow.

Thanks for the love in my heart for someone who's struggling. Thanks for great tenants. Thanks for good boundaries.

Love, elly