The house in Victoria is not selling…so far. But it looks like the one in Port Alberni is sold. At least I have filled out all the documents and they are in the hands of a notary in Port. The guy has put in a tiny deposit. The purchaser is the neighbour. He has a beautiful old house, well maintained, and beautiful grounds. He told me, carefully, because he knew it was my kid living there, that he wants control of who lives next door to him. I don't think Monte was too much of a problem but he did have a band of somewhat questionable merrymen smoking out on the back deck pretty often. But you know the old cliche….don't count your chickens etc….If it looks like he is hesitating I am going to stage a massive swinging bbq right on Monte's deck and invite every hobo I can find!
I have gone ahead with the insurance claim. The only punitive side of that is I lose my discount of ten per cent on my premium. I can handle that a whole lot better than four thousand dollars to fix the hole.
Its shocking how much money just flies out the window. I was awake in the night thinking about it. 200 for the plumber. 500 for the deductible. 200 for the windshield. 350 for Parker (ashes). 185 to detail the interior of the truck. 580 for brakes for the truck. And it isn't over. I have to go to Vancouver. I can't put it off any longer. I have about four really important appointments, spread over several days. So that means hotel and probably kennelling for Molly, AFTER she gets her shots updated. Then its a 100 buck ferry trip home to Langford. I think I need a better cash flow!!
I don't know what I was thinking, but I only brought three shirts. I brought lots of pants, tights and shorts and lots of unmentionables. But no shirts. I will have to go down to the fat lady store and have another look. But after the humiliating experience I had buying a bathing suit, I am not too anxious to show my face there again.
The lady that worked there helped me pick out a suitable bathing suit. Actually, there was only one. I don't wear those tanktini fandangley type two piecers.I only wear one piece suits, and there was only one one piecer there. So it has these iron clad built in rubber bra parts, ruching (sp?) down the sides and a little flap of material across the bottom….I think to hide the giant roll of fat that hangs down on us heftier ladies.
So the sales person asks my bra size, I tell her, so she picks out exactly the right size suit for me. Its all black on black. Off I go and I put it on. Well CRAP!! Even I started laughing. It was totally ridiculous!!! The rubber foam upper part was basically empty. I didn't even fill an inch of it. The stomach was tight but the bottom of the suit hung down halfway to my knees. I should have taken a picture! So imagine this stand up by itself top that my body wasn't even touching except for the straps, my big belly pushing out the centre and the crotch and little skirt hanging down practically to my knees. Hahaha!!! When the lady saw it even she couldn't keep from laughing.
So back to the drawing board. Needless to say I ended up having to get a two piece tank toppy type, and the only one they had was a size too small. And that meant that the minute I got into the hot tub the top rolls up to my armpits and my very large white stomach is exposed. I think fat broads should just stay out of the water.
Well its a lovely day here. Sunny as all hell, blindingly so. Its supposed to go up to 19 today, which is pretty warm! Makes me happy. Gotta run…the contractor is on his way to my house. He said it would take all day today. TTYL
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