Neighbourly

Crazy Car Lady. Her name might be Roberta or Sonia. I call her Crazy Car Lady. CCL...Cecilia? Nah...Crazy Car Lady she is. She lives across the street and one house over. Not being directly facing her means we can spy on her more overtly. Ahem...what I mean to say is: when we happen to look out the window in her general direction, it does not appear to be intentional.

She showed up in the neighbourhood a little while ago. It was when the snow was clearing so that ground showed and people took to the out of doors that we began to notice her. And her car. It is not a remarkable car. A nice Bugatti or Lamborghini would explain her behaviour somewhat, but her little Japanese sedan makes her actions blog-worthy.

The first couple of times we thought she was scoping out the street as a potential homeowner. Throughout the course of the day we'd notice her car parked on the road in various places. Sometimes with her in it. Just sitting in it. Sometimes we'd spot her walking around the car. Then get back in it. Then we'd loose track of her. The car would frequently move. Then we realized she belonged to that house because we'd see her drive her car up and down her short suburban driveway then enter the house. She comes out of her house, looks at her car, then goes back inside. Sometimes she sits in the car or moves it from the driveway to the street.

Today, the other car belonging to that house was parked in the drive. We saw Mr. Crazy Car Lady come out of the house, and move his car onto the street. He went back inside. About 20 minutes later, she came home, drove right to the top of the driveway - practically bumping the garage. She sat for a minute or two, then moved the car back about 1/3 the length of the drive. As she sat there, he came out of the house, locked the front door, got in his vehicle and reversed it to the opposite side of their driveway and sat. She got out of her car, walked around it, unlocked her front door and went in. He drove away.

I have no idea what is going on but it is vastly amusing. Many neighbours are uninteresting and predictable. Our neighbours are anything but.