Frankenbuddha, I'm very glad to hear that you are starting to release your stress.

Hil, that's a good mom.

Frank, good to hear you're doing better. Also that your stuff is okay. (What? I'd be worried about my stuff.)

What? I'd be worried about my stuff.

My worry about my stuff is that it would fill the place so much I'd be climbing over boxes to get around and it would be next to impossible to organize shelve. I sort of expanded the volume of my stuff in my head, thankfully, though there are still way, WAY too many books that are going to be hard to cull.

I'm culling my books right now AIFG but it's hard. I'm getting rid of two 6-foot-tall bookshelves and all the books on them have to go elsewhere, either different bookshelves or out of the house. Which means culling books from the rest of the bookshelves as well, to make room for the books I want to keep. I keep reminding myself, Amazon and Kindle are not going away. I have to be ruthless. I have several TJ's bags full already. The owner of the used bookstore is gonna be happy to get so much new inventory.

You've got some amazing inventory there, Zen. The used bookstore will be thrilled indeed.

I did a big book cull before we moved to Colorado and have tried to use the library rather than buying books. Somehow, now in our new apartment, I have space of my bookshelves. Like a couple of completely empty shelves...now quite sure how that happened. I looks so wrong.

I have stacks of books to offload, some from culling, some from the used bookstore exploding onto the sidewalk after a fire inspection, some from the library sale that seemed like a good idea at the time.

I had expected to do art with some. That does not seem to be happening, but there is a tiny library on the next block. I may donate some there.

Working at the library bookstore has really increased my book collection, which it really didn't need. I need to donate more books back to them.

Sooooo.

Crazy people are crazy...as it turns out.

Remember the nuts neighbor who chopped down the rosebushes in my front yard?

I haven't laid eyes on her but twice in the last three months. This morning, I was crossing the street with Cagney when she came round a corner. I was crossing the street and just kept doing so. She said good morning, I said good morning. Full stop.

This afternoon, there was a package on my doorstep with a toy for Cagney and a two page letter so full of delusional crap, it was breathtaking. Not least, she says I have been treating her with increasing 'hatred and hostility'. (?)

Buzzuh?

Plus, apparently, she never confessed to my landlord because I told her not to.

Full on delusion. She actually told me to lie, saying I did not know who did it.

I should have told him who it was right away, it would seem.

Now I'm a bit nervous that her erratic behavior will escalate...so, I did finally tell my landlord. I didn't go into a lot of detail, just the facts. When I said that the letter made me nervous, thankfully, my landlord said that she has made him nervous too, walking into the store, spouting weird stuff.

Sigh.

Now, I don't know if I should tell her to leave me alone or not respond at all.

I'm sure any response would be twisted into being "hostile" no matter how kindly presented. From my couch on the other side of the country, I'd maintain polite indifference.