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.

I'm with Suzi.

SuziQ stated it as I would. No good can come of further communication.

Scrappy agreed with me? When I'm usually "What Scrappy Said"? I feel like I've achieved some prize.

You are right...in quadruplet!...Suzi.

I'm hoping the nervousness fades quickly because I really don't want to give this any more energy. As long as I am straight with my landlord, that is all that matters.

In thinking through why this disturbed me so much, it is representative of so many times, when I was young, that an actual crazy person could hurt me and I had no recourse.

All those past incidents do not belong to this woman, so blowing up my own emotional state does not make sense. Still, I'm glad to have shared it with the landlord, that way, if something else happens, I won't be in it alone.

I'm glad you shared with the landlord. Though if I remember correctly he has his own set of issues (but don't we all?).

I'm working on my cold call list for the ARP silent auction. Just pulled a bunch of golf courses, steakhouses, distilleries. Already sent out a first mailing to past donors, just looking to add some more high end stuff. Trying to think of other places to include.

Oooooh yes. He's got more issues than Time magazine. BUT, at least I'm covered is something else weird happens.

My sister's coming to help me take down these bookshelves and I'm not ready. I still have to vacuum and clear off the desk and finish moving books and and and I'm having an anxiety attack. I took half a Valium but I can't take more or I'll be nonfunctional.

And, I just realized why I can't tell my sister I'm having an anxiety attack: her only association with that is her daughter, who goes into full-on screaming meltdown when she's stressed, and my sister tries to "handle" me like she does the kid, and that makes me more frustrated because that's not me.

So. Bad morning so far. Let's see if I can fix this.

eta: The aforementioned kid is 30.

Also, the worst of it is, there's nothing actually bad happening. I just dread my sister's judgments of my character failings.

I'd approach my sister with a shrugging shoulder, deal with it sis, attitude. You're not ready, not the end of the world. Stuff came up. You don't have to say what stuff. Hang in there.