More neighborhood gossip:

Last night I remembered to tell Lin about the Broom Woman/Mail incident, and he told me that it appeared she is friends with Linda, my crazy neighbor … or at least he has seen her knock on Linda’s door and get invited in. Very interesting. The crazy people are joining forces!

Linda doesn’t talk to me at all anymore, which is fine with me. I don’t even know why she ignores my very existence, but I am willing to bet it has something to do with us not cutting down every damn tree we have as she would like us to. She really has something against trees … and yards and anything that appears to be alive and growing. Whatever the reason, I don’t miss having to be social with her. She’s a crazy person who isn’t on meds. At least Broom Woman has days when she’s mostly normal, and I would classify her as mostly harmless. Linda is pretty much just crazy all the time, and I am not so sure she is at all harmless. I saw her chasing after and yelling at a car driving down our street a few days ago. No idea what that was about (it wasn’t anyone familiar or who’s car I have seen before), and I am sure I don’t really want to know. He was probably driving too fast by Linda’s standards. Funny how she wants everyone else to drive 5 miles an hour on our street, but she and her family are the ones I constantly see burning rubber pulling out of their driveway and screaming off down the street. Talk about a double standard.

Also, our mailbox was down again this morning. Lin left for work, and then came back a little bit later. He told me that the mailbox was down and that Broom Woman was out on the street as well. I am beginning to see a connection between my mailbox laying on the ground and her presence. If I find it down again, I will be setting up my old computer with the web cam and letting it watch for me. There’s been no wind to speak of, at least not enough to knock over our mailbox (it takes quite a bit of wind), so the only explanation is that someone is knocking it over on purpose. Might be her, might be some brats passing through. I’d like to know which it is. For now, I have opened the shades in the living room and am going to monitor the situation. Hey, I know our mailbox is ugly, ancient, and totally ghetto, but the mailman doesn’t have a problem with it, and replacing it is not a top priority. The only time it falls over is when there’s a huge storm going on … or someone pushes it over.

And if she comes to my door with my mail again, I will be answering it. After all, I can out-crazy even the craziest person if I want to.