Effie, Effie, Effie...for Shame!

Thursday evening, 7/5/12, a knock came on our door.  Maybe about 7:45 or so.  Right after that knock, I would SWEAR I heard the doorknob being rattled.  We were sitting on the couch right next to the door.  I was not happy, to say the least.

The kid (?) at the door claimed to be named Christopher and was selling something in a spray bottle.  My sweetie and I were too concerned that this kid tried our doorknob to listen to the pitch.  The nerve!  He offered an argument for a bit, denying all the way.  I sent him on his way with, "God keep you."  He'd need it around this duplex.

Okay, so usually no one knows this building is a duplex.  So the sign on Effie's door, "Want the RED TRUCK" or Effie herself must have told him to knock on our door.

Next morning:  a smallish amount of some weird substance that looked like a squirrel had thrown up mayonnaise, pickle relish, and orange pulp was splattered on our porch step.  Not sure what that was about.  It definitely didn't come out of a human, I'll tell you that much.

THIS morning, around 11AM, I went out to my car, which was parked in its usual spot out in the front of the duplex, on the public street.  Someone had used a black felt marker to scribble nonsense patterns on my windshield, both side windows, on the back window, and even unfolded my driver's side mirror to mark a simplistic line.

I took photos of the marks and brought my sweetie out to witness the vandalism first-hand.  I had to keep an appointment, and I  could see through the marks well enough, so they're still there.  I plan to leave them there at least until I get a chance to report the "artwork" to the police.

Whether "Christopher" or Effie did it, it all comes back to Effie.  But for her actions, "Christopher" would never have come to our door.  Or, also not inconceivable, Effie got drunk and did it herself.

Someone needs to do some serious growing up.

Take a Mugshot; It Lasts Longer!

Effie has been, well, for HER, quiet.  However, gardening season is here, and we can't expect too much of her.

Sunday, July 1st, as we were leaving for my platelet donation (I try to donate bi-weekly at the Red Cross), and we were saying good morning to our elder neighbor, I heard the sound of Effie's bedroom window shade being adjusted.  Looking up, I realized for the first time that she has taken the screen off that window.  ??   Maybe all the intruding insects remind her of Thailand.

I didn't raise my voice too much--not hockey-fan volume--when I said, "You can stop watching us now, (real first name)."  I saw her head poke out the window after I said that.  "You need to be leaving all of us alone, (real first name)."  Our elder neighbor and I grinned at each other and nodded in understanding.  She knows "what time it is."

I wonder if that screen is out so she can pass drugs to customers from upstairs...just a theory; no evidence.