there i was, sitting in our backyard, sipping my morning protein shake and wiggling my toes, when one half of our stupid landlord duo emerged onto their back patio (which looks over our yard).
i steeled myself for further idiocy. what would she say this time? that we make dinner too late and that it disturbs her to see us, through the windows at night, cooking past 6 pm?
she said, "Hi Anna!"
then she complimented me on my gardening, saying i was better at it than her, and reached out further, adding that i must be an earth creature like her, who likes to get my fingers dirty.
that weasel.
in a minute and a half she robbed me of my ability to feel comfortable despising her. (regardless of the fact that i'm not earthy in the slightest. in fact, it's my chronically cerebral nature that makes gardening so appealing and restorative for me, because it's one of the few times i can forget myself and my chattering mind.)
but now she's human, not just a petty, miserly, control freak with no social skills. now she has dimension. she also confessed that she had to go in and soak her legs because she had just run 10K. how could it be worse?! now i'm forced to wonder if there are legitimate reasons for her failings as a landlord (and person), and if she might actually be, oh, i don't know, struggling just to be a person, like we all are.
curses!
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