Last night I ran downstairs around 11pm in my mis-matched pajamas (yes I was decent) to grab a few library books out of my car that I kept meaning to bring up to the apartment.  I was about to escape back to my apartment undetected when one of the other people in the building, a nice gentleman who calls me “Miss Lydia”, called my name a bit further down the walk.

Being the sort of person I am, I stopped and greeted him with a wave – but that wasn’t enough.  No, he wanted to be friendly.  So out there on the street in downtown Chillicothe (I know, I know.. super hotspot!) I stood in my pink top and cropped white cotton pj bottoms with bright blue, huge posey’s on them.  I have a definite sense of style when I sleep!

He chatted about a little bit of everything.  His minivan had been egged and keyed the night before, he spoke of his kids, the trouble he was having with his step-daughter, his discharge from the military.  Then he stopped talking, looked at me and told me I sure was a nice lady.  In fact, when others mention me I am called the nice quiet, cat lady in apartment 1.

At first this bugged me. But this morning I got to thinking.  I definitely don’t want to be a mean person, so I guess being a nice lady isn’t all that bad.  And I know quiet isn’t bad – especially since my neighbors are not all that quiet.  I’d prefer to be courteous to my neighbors.  I’ve never been much of a party-goer.  I think I’ve been honest-to-goodness drunk once in my life, and that was on my 21st birthday.  As far as the cat lady, Sergei makes up for that.  I seriously have the smartest, most loveable cat that I’ve ever seen.

So my life isn’t all that exciting – but that’s okay.  I’ve had a bit of excitement in my past and it’s still fresh in my memories.  I’m lucky that I have such an active imagination.

Oh, and don’t make sense of that title.  It’s a message, and a little something that keeps me going strong.  And it’s something that no one will ever be able to take away from me.  It makes me a crazy, boisterous and happy person on the inside, and I like that part of me too much to share with just anyone.