Revisiting the neighbours

Mr. Crazy Car Lady exhibited some pretty interesting behaviour yesterday. His vehicle was the only one home - Crazy Car Lady was not in evidence. His vehicle is a sporty SUV type of the sort that has the spare tire perched over the tailgate, which both lifts up and flips down. I'm sorry if you need more automotive-specific terminology to know what I mean, but I don't know from cams and trannies. I can tell you it's a lovely shade of dark blue with a hint of sparkle to it though. It's quite nice.
This sparkly blue vee-hicle was parked in the usual way, unassumingly in the driveway. The man, however, was removing things from the trunk area of the car, piling it in the driveway,then putting it back in the car. Now, to you reading this, you are imagining yourself doing the same thing, aren't you? Perhaps you've been on a camping trip, and there is a defined lot of goods which need to be packed in the car, and you may have to take things out of the trunk, and try all over again, in order to make it fit. Mr. CCL was not doing that sort of dance, however. He would take something out, close the trunk gate thing, circle the car, open the trunk gate thing, put the something back in, maybe open the back car door, close up the car, go to his front door, then return to the trunk. All the while, stuff is being shifted from trunk to driveway, occasionally to the back seat and so on. It was most peculiar.
My sister pointed out that Mr. and Mrs. Crazy Car Lady may not, in fact, be married. They may be brother and sister, or perhaps strange and indifferent acquaintances, randomly sharing a suburban home. That could be very true but I`m so accustomed to the names I`ve given them, they shall remain Mr. and Mrs. CCL to me. I miss her, actually; it`s been almost a week since I`ve seen her drive up and down her driveway. She may have racked up the courage to tackle the wider world, now that the roads are clear of ice and snow, and is even now on her way to the Quickie on the corner.