Like parts, I'm the crazy one.
Had a bowling ball on a pedestal (unbreakable gazing ball), weird shit in the lawn. But I'm also lawn obsessed when it comes to the flower beds and plants.
My neighbors are totally awesome, which is another reason I moved here after my mom passed. One is a retired teacher who does tutoring and helps her son out a lot (he is a successful designer/decorator who does a lot of traveling). Both her and her son taught me a lot over the years, I babysit her terrier when she needs to go out of town. He's an adorable little barrel with short legs. After mom passed her and I did a lot of talking, crying, and shared a lot of memories. She sent me meals fit for a king after I had my son and was finally released from the hospital. She's a good friend.
The other is a couple I've known since my teens, she is in the medical field, and he is a disabled vet that doesn't get around too well, they never had children. We talk on the phone daily. When I was in dire need of a vehicle, they called my mom without my knowledge and planned the sale of "the" truck. They are not my neighbors, they are my "family", they come before the in-laws, and way before the extended family that hasn't acknowledged my existence for years. I try to help them out anyway I can, because they have always been there for me.