Improvement

My neighbor walked up to my front door and rang the bell.
When I opened the door,
that's when she tossed the landscape material at me.
"You lost this," she said.

Well, I hadn't really lost it. I carefully
placed it there, at the edge of my yard, after
all the weeds had been pulled. I held
it down with rocks and planned to cover it with some
sort of bark.

Turns out it was her side of the property line.
Turns out she had planted something there and the weeds,
well, she just hadn't got around to them.
Turns out I had yanked the whole mess up.

After she gave me back my "improvement" she
turned and left. But I had to tell her I didn't mean to.
She just kept walking.
I followed her.
I had to ask her to be reasonable.
I reminded her our kids are friends,
but she just kept on.
That's when I shouted out that she was mentally unstable.
And then I yelled across the yard after her
that she should go home
and have another drink.

She is a drunk, after all.
And I was having a bad day.