La señora next door

(The photos are from Doña Telma's birthday)

My neighbor is crazy. I think she's probably diagnosably schizophrenic. It can be endearing, entertaining and infuriating sometimes. I actually have no idea what her name is. But she owns about 7 dogs, all of which are tiny and bark a lot. She spends most of the day screaming at them to get in the house or to stop making a mess, and threatens to hit them. As if they were little children. Let me set the stage. You're sitting peacefully in the hammock in your front patio reading a book, when suddenly 3 dogs start barking and the señora starts screaming. She also likes to play her music really loudly. Usually the music isn't bad... ranchera, bachata, even reggaeton. The problem is the volume and the time of day. She often starts at 6:30am, waking up my poor roommate who's window opens onto her porch.

Yesterday, she started talking to people who weren't actually there and laughing hysterically when she found a fallen branch from the mango tree in front of our house and brought it into her house. I have no idea what she wanted to do with it. She also has a fun habit of calling the police whenever someone she doesn't know walks by the house. One time, a guy wanted to pick some of the mangos from our tree, and we said sure. She got in a fight with him, saying he shouldn't be there, and proceeded to call the police. The police must know her phone number and ignore it. I usually find her to be entertaining, but my other roommates think otherwise...