The neighbor who disturbed my almost-sleep the night before last, rang the doorbell just as I was getting ready to head down the hall yesterday.
She’s insistent, and the night before, I’m holding the screen/storm door with one hand, trying to keep her out, and she has a death grip on it, trying to come in. I’m in nothing but my sleep shirt, it’s 6:00 PM and I need my sleep.
Anyway, I let her in but only after she said, “Can I come in and sit down?” She insisted I’m the best neighbor she ever had. Then she began asking questions about U-Haul. How much is it? How do you rent it? Who helps you to load? Where did you get the boxes? I’m not a U-Haul franchise, lady.
I barely know her first name, and when she asked me to write to her, I had to ask what her last name was but I’m the best neighbor she’s ever had.
(Looks like I’ll be hand-writing your letter...)
Oy, life can sure be weird!
I found a potato casserole recipe, and Sally and Vlad picked up a few ingredients from Walmart. I’m thinking about naptime once the potatoes are boiled. They have to cool before I can shred them, anyway.