Madame DeFarge

In the novel A Tale of Two Cities, the character of Madame DeFarge sits in a chair all day and knits.

This is what my crazy neighbor has been doing these days. Sitting in the kitchen and knitting god knows what. She stays in the same place, inconveniently in front of the sink and next to the dishwasher and knits for hours on end. Now granted, it is better than running down the hall, slamming doors and cussing up a blue streak but it doesn't help when I want to cook or use the dishwasher. She doesn't respond when you speak to her and what seems to work best is to avoid her and wait until she is out of the kitchen before you use it.

Except she doesn't leave!

Well, she left for a few minutes yesterday. When I went outside to take out the garbage, there she was, engaged in a conversation with two City of Seattle cops. They stopped talking when I walked by but I did manage to hear a couple of snippets:

Cop: "....a neighborly dispute"
Crazy neighbor "there was NOTHING neighborly about it"

Hmmm. Who called the cops on whom and what was the dispute? I half expected them to come knocking on my door. Maybe they figured out that SHE was the problem?

Sigh.

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Crazy Neighbor

I live in a building with a woman who accuses me of breaking into her apartment at night. Why I would do this, I don't know. She calls me a liar when I deny it.

Back when things were pleasant between us, I would run into her in the hall and she would just stare at me. She has a habit of sneaking up behind me and not saying anything. I am always startled when I turn around because I don't hear her walking up to me.

This morning, when she slammed her door, I had enough. In a little fit of rage I yelled, I wish you'd go back on your medication!

A few minutes later she pounded on my door and told me that her being on medication was none of my business and that if she accused me of the same, she bets I would take her to court. She yelled, "liar, liar, liar" at me when again, I denied going into her apartment.

She started complaining about strange people in my apartment, keeping her up by talking on the phone at all hours into the night.

I know she has an illness. But I don't deserve to live like this. I need my home to be peaceful.

As it turns out, the building manager is out of the country until the end of the month. If she had been there, I would have asked to move into another building that she runs. I'll ask when she gets back.

Just Like That!

I left the apartment at 11:30 this morning to take an express mail package to the drop off place. I decided to walk because it was kind of sunny outside and there was a brisk breeze in the air. After dropping off the package, I continued my walk for what I thought was a few blocks before heading back up the hill to my apartment.

When I got home and looked at the clock, it was 1:00!! An hour and a half had passed. I was sure I had only been gone for about 30 minutes. The walk felt like nothing. Perhaps I had misread the clock when I left. I was starving when I got back and then was so tired I had to nap for an hour!

It was only upon waking that I realized I had walked about 3 miles. I had clocked part of the journey before in my car. No wonder!

Keep on truckin'!