It was eating me alive. Where did she go? What happened? Of course I didn't ask anyone. I didn't want to look like the ridiculously nosy neighbor that I actually am.
Now let's jump to about an hour ago. Tom and I were sitting at our table eating our sandwiches with a side of baby carrots. 'Tis a very normal event in our house. Here's how the conversation went. (If you haven't noticed, I love to retell conversations.)
Tom: We should go on a bike ride.
Season: We don't own any bikes.
Tom: There's two right outside.
Season: I thought there was only one.
Tom: No, two.
Season: Well we can't just take someone's bikes. Who do they belong to?
Tom: I don't know. They were MDR's.
Season: Why are they still here? Were they really hers?
Tom: She stole them.
Season: Do you really think so?
Tom: I don't know. It was probably just another unwise purchase.
[sandwich munching]
Season: Are you SURE there are two? I thought there was only one.
Tom: Two.
[Season heads to front door, opens and checks. Yep. Two. Season sits back down and brrrrs from the cold.]
[More sandwich munching.]
Season: I wonder what happened to her.
Tom: I don't know. But that guy—
Season, interrupting: He's living there now, isn't he?
Tom: Yes. He's connected to her somehow.
Season: What makes you say that?
Tom: I saw him before. Before she left and with her daughter a time or two.
[Season mulls that over for a bit.]
Season, with a bright idea: Well you should just ask him.
Tom, with a different idea: Let's look up her blog.
[Tom turns to computer—which happens to be directly behind him—and begins some Google magic.]
Season: I doubt she actually has a blog.
[A typed-in search of our crazy neighbor's blog yields no results. Season looks over Tom's shoulder.]
Season: You typed "Don" like a guy. It needs to be "D-a-w-n."
[Tom corrects mistake and tries again.]
That's when we found THIS.
You can bet there was a lot of jaw-dropping and interjections (a quick interjection reminder) and giggling going on around here. I mean, after months of speculating what our crazy neighbor was up to—we never actually assumed we were RIGHT.
See these bikes? They've got crime scene written all over them.
9 comments:
No way!! That is crazy! I bet you're glad she is gone. Did you call the police about the bikes? Or do you and Tom now have new bikes to ride around on :)
your life is SO exciting!!
WOW! That picture doesn't do her justice. I mean it makes her look normal and like she could actually walk. Seriously! I bet the people who own that apartment were glad so they could get rid of her! I just wonder where she worked/how she could afford her Impala (which I assume disappeared at some point). So many questions still. Nice Google skills!
Sorry I forgot to reread the old post about her car disappearing. I always was snoopy but not enough to let her talk to me or to even know her name. Kudos!
I think I may have to let my blog circle know about this because you are a fantastic writer/storyteller and she was my neighbor too...plus my old front door was in the picture, ha. Hopefully whoever lives in 89 is okay...
Go for it, Stephanie!
And Libby, was that sarcasm I sensed? Nah, it couldn't have been.
Wow. Finally some answers! I, of course, knew that you two were right all along. But tracking down the article and photograph- that's something even Sherlock would have struggled with. Amazing. Good work Team Giles!
And I really love the hyperlink to Grammar Rock. I'm going to see if I can somehow work that into our company blog. Who doesn't love a little School House Rock?
Gwyneth Paltrow did a Grammar Rock segment on Glee a few weeks ago (the Substitute).
Oh my. Good lesson to get to know your neighbors. Or maybe not.
Season - this is the funniest blog post I have ever read along with the one about our ward. I think that you really lead the music very well and I will sure miss the great times at orchard creek - we've got some interesting neighbors as well!
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