i've always been a real live and let live girl. if it weren't for extremes, how would we know where the middle lies?
and sometimes, you meet people or are thrown into situations with people who drive you up the bloody wall. for this period of my life it's my neighbor. we all know the saga of the crazy lady.
you remember three's company? ahhhh hhhaaaa.
my beloved neighbor is a 50 plus Christmas (Chrissy) Snow. she, predicts world politics with astrology and chooses her underwear based on her tea leaves. her most obvious attribute is the high-pitched laughter that resembles crashing crystal reverberating through a back alley. her biggest accomplishment is her ability to pull her foot over her head and drag her dining room table across the room at 5:45 am.
when she talks to you, she presses her hands together and persistently responds by bobbing and saying namaste. in fact, she's highy reminiscent of the old bobbing birds that sat in the back of a car window dropping endlessly over into the water and bouncing up as if surprised. drinking bird
strangely, after a conversation with her, i sort of want to be a conservative bruiser. she makes me want to hide my recycling lest we have one more thing in common.
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