A Cerulean Eve (& the saga of The Crazy Lady)
Although taken last Spring, I revisted this image to process it with more recently learned techniques. I forget sometimes how pretty the San Francisco skyline is, especially on an unusually clear night with a full moon!_________________________________________________________________________________
Do you remember The Crazy Lady from this post? Well, the saga continues…
Our next door neighbor, a.k.a. The Crazy Lady, laid dormant for two years following our call to the police for harrassment. Now, something is brewing in her feisty little mind and it is centering around this friendly neighborhood cat! She calls him “Snow Ball”, we call him “Wikki. Anyhow, he has a long history of lingering around our building after being abandoned many years ago. Everyone who lives here provides food and care for him, but he does not want to commit to anyone as a pet. A true bachelor cat!
Because he often follows me and calls at my door, I began giving him dry food from time to time over the last year. Recently, after the incident of the double doorknob air freshner, I emerged from my home one morning to discover she had removed the air freshners and added a placemat with food and water for the cat. hmmm…. odd. A few days later the placement of food disappeared, as did Wikki!!! I began to suspect that she had noticed the cat’s liking to me and had decided that Wikki now belongs to her and she was keeping him indoors. One day though I found him on my doormat looking ever so forelorn. I thought maybe I had been mistaken about our neighbor and so gave Wikki a little bit of food. The Crazy Lady had been listening at her door, waiting for me to feed him, and as soon as I did I heard her opening her front door and I quickly closed mine. Immediately she was ringing our doorbell. When we opened it she was standing there, glaring at my husband and I, and a note was taped to our doorknob warning us NOT to feed HER cat!! hmm…. we closed our door without a word. Later, upon leaving home, I found a plastic grocery bag hanging from our doorknob with the remainder of the food I had previously left. hmmmm….
I have no idea what is going on her with now, and I haven’t seen the Wikki for days. She is most definitely trying to intistigate us. Is she bored? lonely? Or just insane? Everytime I come and go from my apartment she darts out to intercept me, and she lingers in our doorway. We share a wall near our entryway and it is as if she is spending her days listening to the wall waiting for us. When my friends come to visit she darts out before I open the door and tries to befriend them all the while slipping in comments about HER cat and us. I absolutely dread confrontation and am finding myself being ever so quiet each time I leave the home, and tiptoeing quietly when returning. She managed to accost my husband yesterday accusing him of stealing her cat over the weekend. He informed her that we were both out of town over the weekend to which she replied that she SAW the cat emerging from our home!
When she confronts me, I know that anything I say she will rebutt with untruths. There is no reasoning with an unstable angry mind. So I simply ignore her…walk by her without a word. it infuriates her, and perhaps I need to think of a better way to handle it. It reminds me of this song by Poe: “You can’t talk to a pyscho like a normal human being”.