Here it is! Another blog I've been intending to write.
I think life isn't truly complete 'til you've been in love and had a nutty neighbor. Not necessarily at the same time.
Current nutty neighbor should have a name. Let's call her Effegenia. Effie for short. Appropos on a dodgier level. I'm trying not to go there.
Effie moved into our duplex about a year ago. She moved in literally on the heels of the family with small children that moved out only hours before her arrival. She introduced herself that day. Boy, did she ever.
That day, my partner and I were surrounded by CDs we were reorganizing. We made a point of introducing ourselves, and she proceeded to tell us she was living alone, had needed to sell her house quickly, and that she had an educational background in botany. And everything else small talk brought up. But her specialty apparently was plants! And she wanted to get the landlord to let her have the entire front landscaping removed so she could 'redo' it. We didn't share quite so much information with her. Thank Ceiling Cat.
Within the first week, she had hacked off branches from a cherry tree in the front yard and parked her big, ugly brown van on the front lawn.
Plant expert, eh?
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