my closet and other crazy shit

I think I may have a bona fide crazy lady as a neighbor. She is always dressed to the nines in flashy, fluffy, fur-trimmed, brocade clothing, no matter what the hour, and constantly recieves packages in the mail from clothing stores. Her car seems to be filled to the roof with bags and boxes - of clothing, it seems, and some children's toys in their regular packaging. Plus, I always think she is talking to me when we meet in the parking lot, and she is, at first, but then she's mumbling into her trunk full of bags and boxes, and seems to have forgotten I'm there. Unless I'm on my cell phone, when she tries to have full and complex conversations with me. Did I mention that the door to her place is almost obscured by boxes? It is. I worry.

She locked herself out on Sunday and knocked on my door to use my phone. Her hands were full of bags and clothes and, for some reason, a rug.

Why does the crazy lady scare me? There was a crazy lady who shopped at the food co-op in ann arbor. she would buy tiny litle dollops of things from the salad bar and make funny noises in her throat like she was choking, but she was well dressed, too. she scared me worse. i guess i thought, why are the crazy lady and i always here at the same time? am i following the same itinerary as the crazy lady? shouldn't our paths cross only very rarely? ok, and let's face it - am i someone else's crazy lady?

This one also makes me think about my closet. I do have a lot of clothes. The funny thing is, despite my generally chaotic approach to life and organization, my closet is a rainbow of color-coded harmony (well, a rainbow with more black and gray in it than most rainbows). I delight in it, I must admit. It's like a piece of art. I want to leave the closet door open when guests come. My cd's are also arranged by spine color. Here's what's organized in my life: My clothes, my music, and my books. My fridge is semi-organized. My paperwork and financial stuff is NOT ORGANIZED. So if you wondered what I care about in life, I guess that pretty much says it all. Here's what it looks like, at least a small slice of the side with shirts, a bit crooked because of course I took it with my computer (and I just drank some wine). Not shown: The other side, with dresses, skirts, and pants.