The front yard

While sitting at my computer this morning I heard a big bang and looked outside to find my bookshelf outside. The bang was the bookshelf falling face first onto the sidewalk. I ran out to set the shelf upright and noticed a $25 price tag taped to the side and some major damage on the front. The price tag indicated that the money should be paid to the apartment downstairs.

How the bookshelf came to be for sale: I've been storing some of my things downstairs in a storage area, including said bookshelf. The woman living downstairs is moving out and her mother - a strange hippie-type with "no boundaries" according to my own mother - is up from California to help with the transition. I've met the mother in the past when she's stayed with her daughter. The mom will pop into my apartment with her dog in tow or stop me for a chat in the front yard, which all sounds really innocuous and nice, but generally sets me on edge because she'll say things like "oh don't mind my dog running around your living room. He really likes your dog. Sometimes he pees on the furniture."

Anyhow, in a misguided attempt to help, the mom moved my bookshelf onto the lawn which was the type of accident I should have been expecting. I have since moved the rest of my things out of the storage downstairs and into my living room where they should be safe from being sold. Although now they're at risk of getting peed on.