Ewwww that smell

I was very much looking forward to last weekend, some alone time with Terri. It had been a while and I knew we would be apart for a week and a half so I was looking forward to relaxing.

When we arrived our wonderful elderly neighbour (who spoils him rotten by the way) had her daughter and son in law over and they were cutting down trees, great, chain saws, Ugh.

After the three hour drive to our country home, we come home to this noise, then we open the door and noticed it smelled bad, I mean really bad.

Terri says I guess we forget to throw out the garbage. But we check and it was not the garbage ... we kept smelling it. Then after using our noses and sniffing around it brought us to the fridge area.

We open the freezer, and the smell instantly brought on the gag reflex, if you have ever smelled rotten meat you know what I am talking about. It is a smell you never forget once you have it in your memory.

There was rotten meat juice now running out all over the front of the fridge, at first we could not figure out what we were looking at, fridges do not just die!

I tried to help, but I just could not deal with it, it was literally making me sick. He is such a trooper, this is where as partners one comes forward and takes care of the situation.

I went over to the neighbours home to see if there was a black out while we were gone, no it was perfect weather. I can smell the rotten meat over there, I am hundreds of feet away from our home.

You know what else can smell the smell of decay, flies! God damm I have come to hate flies since moving to the country, cluster flies, deer flies, black flies, deer flies, common house flies .. nasty dirty things. By the time I get back to our place Terri has the fridge on the front lawn and is using the hose to wash it down. And there are hundreds of flies in the house.

We now have bags of rotten meat, my beautiful lamb chops, steaks and salmon I was so looking forward to cooking for us. Hundreds of dollars worth of meat and supplies - gone.

The neighbours son in law comes over and says ... what are you doing with the rotten meat? Ummmm we are not sure (garbage is picked up every two weeks) he then asks for it. You want the rotten meat, yes he says. I will use it to bait the coyotes, well being a hard core City girl I have mixed feelings about giving him something he will use in order to kill the coyotes, but hell he was going to take the meat away. Ok here you go country boy its all yours!

Now we have the meat gone but inside the fridge we have bottles of condiments: ketchup, mustards, juice, butter etc. what are we going to do with these things?



We decide to dump them, so Terri washes out each of the jars while I use the shop vac to suck up flies that are all inside the house. Light candles, and incense anything to try and mask the smell.

After hours of work we finally go to bed exhausted, early the next morning I let the dogs out and within seconds smell yet another putrid smell - Skunk!

Seems skunks like ketchup, mustards, and pickles. The dogs would not stay away from where we buried the condiments and had now been sprayed.

We have been home less than 24 hours and I have never been more tired in my entire life. It was 5:30 in the morning and I had two stinky dogs, in a stinky house.

Did I also mention we did not have a fridge at this point so I did not even have milk for a coffee. I was at my wits end. I did not know what to do, how do we get a fridge in a day in the middle of no where?

As I sat there looking through flyers and wondering how I can pay for a fridge so unexceptionally the neighbours daughter knocks on the door saying by the way we have a bar fridge that we do not use if you would like it, I loved that woman at that moment.

Good neighbours are an amazing thing, and as tired as we were and as much as we were fed up with that house and wanted to just sell it (or burn it to the ground at that time ...lol) that gesture renewed our faith in our country dream.

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