The weather is unusually nice for January. I printed out a crossword puzzle and my resume and made a pot of coffee. I scooped up Bo, wrapped a blanket around us and sat outside. I divided my time between the crossword, my resume, and sips of coffee. The pleasantness ended after about a half hour because my crazy neighbor began to rant and rave. It wasn’t immediately noticeable, but I soon found I couldn’t ignore her.

The woman is very nice when you see her outside and she has been in the Donnavilla a few times and has always behaved well. Regardless, there is something wrong with her. She has told Lisa some very crazy things. Not long ago she said, “Doctors cut off my feet and replaced them with wooden prosthetic feet.”
Lisa responded, “You are wearing flip flops; I can see you don’t have wooden feet.”
“They must have grown back last night.”

I felt bad eavesdropping on her one-sided conversation and so I went inside.