Dumpsteres

No, dumpster is not a word in Spanish. But if it were, a lot of them would be dumpsteres.

And suddenly there are a lot of them in a field near the “Yacht” Club Club in Atlántida.

The case of the vanishing pool.

Today got off to a promising start: delivery of a large swimming pool to the neighbors’ recently acquired lot next door: the one that they have completely sodded, uninstalling and re-installing the thick stockade fence.

I’m pretty sure there has been no prep for a swimming pool, and I’m also pretty sure that bringing a sufficiently large backhoe through the front yard would dp serious damage to their septic system.

But here they are, 11 guys man-handling this thing under the low electric line. As soon as they got it completely inside, the boss man slid the gate shut to keep out any rabble (who, moi?)

Later in the day, devoured by mosquitoes, I ventured around the far side―where they have curiously left wire-fencing view ports, to determine exactly what they were doing with the pool, which ended in a curios question.

The back of the yard…

…the middle of the yard…

…the front of the yard: what pool?

The now-cleared lot, and my three camera angles. Where has the pool gone?

That explains it

Since the neighbors turned the front of their house into a (very nice btw) minimercado, the trash “dumpster” closest to them fills up very quickly with packaging and cardboard.

Now there’s another reason.

Something big about to happen

Almost half a block — five building lots — of trees has been completely leveled.

This promises to be interesting.

A new sighting of Bun Bun

You may recall something I posted four months ago.

I don’t walk around the neighborhood often, but hadn’t see him in a while, but there he is, and again happily I spotted him first, and put Mocha on the leash to walk by. The rabbit only moved to lie down where he was sitting, and Mocha had absolutely no inkling that he was there.

Setting the stage…

…for what? Seems there was a huge free concert last year. True to my predilection for remaining largely clueless about many things, I learned little more.

Major drain work

New culverts on the Playa Mansa now that tourist season is over. I only knew there was a problem from walking the dog on the beach there once in the past year.

Note the raging surf. Quite amazing to have no waves when the closest landfall looking this direction is over 3,000 kilometers away.

No mucho

Walking…

I took my bike to get a tuneup, and as I walked by wa amazed by seeing so many things that I would miss, especially driving, but even on a bicycle. Like this homemade two-story ladder.

And this monstrosity in the middle of a residential neighborhood. Would you want that next door?

Or this, ten metes from your front door?

I’ve seen this an another house, near the defunct town zoo. Imagine a contractor putting a plaque with his name on your house!

Or naming your house “Kanguro.” Misspelling of Kangoru?

Can’t imagine how many times I’ve past this abandoned basketball backboard without ever seeing it.

And there, that contractor again….

Interesting dog walk

Interesting dog walk – lovely spring weather. Lots of people fishing on the beach, then run into Pedro cleaning up his yard, Uruguayan who tells me in detail of their recent trip to Oregon: Diamond Lake, Crater Lake, Cape Disappointment, Washington, Cannon Beach, then north into Washington and Yakima, Leavenworth. (Made me miss it a little; we lived almost ten years in Oregon.)

Then the local park, absolutely bustling.

The as I round the corner of our block, one of my son’s friends and girlfriend and more visiting and catching up. He and the guys from Australia making tentative plans to visit our son in the USA in 2023.

So is spring finally here? ¡Ya veremos!