my crazy neighbor

So my next door neighbor, Dorothy, has gone crazy… again.

Yep, again.  The first time was on labor day of 2007 – so just a little over 5 months ago.  she called me a spy for the bush administration, said that I should return her son to her, yeah crazy.  Anyway, she actually got committed to a mental hospital for a week or 2.  She came back and was never the same again.  Now, on that labor day when she went crazy I was really rattled by it all.  I mean, Dorothy had generally been a nice old lady, but then she went weirdo.  I was actually kind of living in fear of her for a couple days until she got carted off to the looney bin – then i just felt sad for her.  When she got back from the asylum, or wherever she was taken, she basically kept to herself and was skittish.  I never tried talking to her again.  Oh, well.

So yesterday I got home from st Louis, and kate picked me up at the airport and dropped me off at home.  We’re sitting in her truck talking outside the apartments for a minute, then I get out and walk up the breezeway.  Dorothy’s place is the first along the breezeway (right by the street), then mine’s the second, then there’s 2 more.  Anyway, I pass dorothy’s and she opens her door (but keeps the metal grate outer door shut) and says, “Jeremy Mucha.  You should be ashamed of yourself.  Spying.  You’re better than that.”  Yep, that’s what she said.  I just looked her in the eye, smiled, and walked on by.  There she was, gone off the deep end again.  Awesome.  Later on in the day I heard the guys from the 4^th apartment coming home, and Dorothy told them, “yeah, you just keep on taking your drugs.  Keep on taking your steroids.”  Now that guy got really offended and was about to have words with Dorothy but of course she slammed her door shut and then the guy’s friend told him to leave it alone and just forget about it.  Double awesome.

So today I’m cleaning up my place and moving some things out to the garage, some out to the shed, etc.  now we’ve all got little private back patios at this complex.  Anyway, I was putting this poker chip case in my shed on the back patio, and the moment I open the shed, Dorothy knows I’m out there, so she climbs up on a chair in her bedroom which can look over the fence and into my back patio.  Ridiculous.  I put the chip case in the shed and close the door.  I looked her in the eye and said “Hi” then went back inside and shut my patio door.  Just as I was getting inside, she says “Bye” and that’s it.  Triple awesome.  Who’s spying on whom now?

So I honestly don’t know how this thing is going to play out.  I don’t think she would deliberately try to hurt anyone, but you never know.  I just wish she would be carted off to the asylum again.