Not Her Again

I shall paint the fence, my neighbor said. I need purple, yellow, orange, blue, silver and red. The next thing I knew, she was heading to the store. I have to get turquoise and pink, and maybe some more. This is what it is like living next to an artistic friend. Her ideas keep her up at night and they never end. She added five cats, a dog, an owl and flowers too. I can come over and do your side, she said. I will be there at two. Not her again! My husband said. You know she is crazy. She is artistic, I told him, energetic, and never ever lazy. She’s not doing our side of the fence he said, and that is that. Until she presented him with a sample of his favorite alley cat.