A couple of years ago we had a pretty strong wind storm. My neighbor gets on top of his house, a tall two story house, with his electric blower to clean off a few small branches that were on the shingles. To me, that is a little bit to anal retentive. He has five or six 50 - 60' tall cottonwood trees, so these were the small branches with 5 - 20 leaves on each one. If he had given it a few days they would have blown off by themselves. He was so meticulous about getting every single leaf off his roof. That was a little strange in my opinion.
The flip side is that I think of antics I pulled as a kid, and well, suffice it to say, I and my brother/cousins were pretty much hoodlums back in the day. And today, I do things that are deliberately strange just to annoy/puzzle a different neighbor who is the only one that can see into my back yard. Like opening up a 12' ladder in the middle of the yard for no good reason and leaving it sit there for a week. At least some 'strange behavior' is other's way of playing with our minds.
I am in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection, but with Montana it is love.... It seems to me that Montana is a great splash of grandeur....the mountains are the kind I would create if mountains were ever put on my agenda. Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans. Montana has a spell on me. It is grandeur and warmth. Of all the states it is my favorite and my love.
John Steinbeck