ummmmmmm

I get this message on Christmas Eve.

"Hi J, this is "Crazy". I just - I was thinking about you - and it's Christmas, and I just love you soooooo much darling. I just had to call and tell you how much I love you. And also, I found some more things here that belong to you, and I would love to get them to you. Do you think you'll be out here again? I miss you terribly. I just want you to know how much I love you. Give my love to the kids, and just have a blessed Christmas."

For real?

For real?!

First of all, lets address the fact that this woman hasn't even spoken to me in two decades, and now she loves me and misses me soooooooo much? What the hell IS that.

And then - then - like I didn't already drive 4,000 miles this summer, and pick up the lone painting that she had been saving for me for years . . . she now admits that she has been hoarding even more of my childhood memories, in some freakish attempt to keep in contact.

What the hell?

I don't even think there is a response for this one.