I Love When a Plan Comes Together

Thus far, with one exception, the plan to not see another human being until tomorrow has been working.

The one exception was when, seeing a delivery guy toss a package towards Next Door Neighbor’s door early morning, and the package seeming to go unnoticed by her as it was nearing late night, I knocked on her door to alert her so it wouldn’t be stolen.

We do that for each other — when I don’t realize a package has been delivered, she’ll knock on my door as well.

She said she’d been expecting and had waited all day for the package. Wasn’t happy to learn it had been there all day. That I happened to be at the kitchen sink, saw through the window that the delivery guy didn’t even come all the way upstairs to knock on her door or take a photo to show item delivered. He just tossed it at her door from halfway up the landing.

So, anyway, I took the interaction as an opportunity to ask about the foil on TinTin’s window, saying "Since you know her, can you tell me why there is foil on her window?"

NDN said, "Some of these old folks are not well".

It's true what they say about "Black Don't Crack", so it's difficult for even me to gauge the age of my compatriots but inasmuch as she looks to be barely over 55, if that, I say, "She doesn’t look that old to me".

NDN pointed a finger from each hand to the side of her head, twirled the fingers around to indicate loony tunes and said, "So many are coming in that are not entirely well that it’s getting scary".

JESUS!

My instincts to keep to stepping when I saw TinTin on her patio that day, not stop and introduce myself as I always do with new people to the quad, were right on.

So, there’s that.

As the weather channel promised, it has been a rainy weekend, so I was surprised to see the landscapers show up, try to work in between pockets of heavy rain and somewhat clear skies.

Once it became obviously futile to continue in the weather, they abandoned the project for the day and then, during a clear skies moment, I spotted this …………

Dream Lover. MVP or Just a Player

"What’s he doing standing so near to where Karen lives?" thought I.

"Karen" being the Talker's downstairs complaining neighbor, and the woman Dream Lover filed a complaint against for aggressively pursuing and writing love letters to him.

Now here he was standing directly in front of her patio, where she obviously could see him through the window.

Odd.

It got odder.

He was soon joined by Boebert — the woman he’d come onto but appeared to have been rebuffed.

Evidently, the two of them had been coming up the walkway together ... possibly from his unit, she’d stopped for something — probably to pick up mail because I saw it in her hands, he’d paused in front of Karen’s area, and Boebert caught back up with him there. The two of them then walked together towards her unit.

Well, Well, Well.

That went from hot to not only cold but frigid/frozen with Boebert's vive being, I'm not talking to you, I won't even look in your direction, now things are smoking hot.

I can only conclude it's like what NDN said, "Some of these seniors are not well".

I guess the Little Black Lady he'd introduced to me, as flavor of the day, is now on the back burner.

And that's the tea.