An inquisitive old fart with a camera
A new trash container appears, sourced locally and looking more solid than the older ones from Europe somewhere.
That’s it to the left of the photo, and to be fair, trees falling during the recent windstorm probably did in the blue one, though I have seen some still standing that look almost that bad.
Friday evening as I went out with the dogs for a local walk, I noticed our neighbor dragging a huge pile of brush from the left of his driveway into the center of the intersection (which is pretty busy, considering the mini-market to the right of where I stood).
He told me it was a protest, since he had called the intendencia at least 13 times since June to pick this stuff up. But on the beginning of a weekend? I wondered.
Saturday it was all dragged into the ditch behind the blue trash container. Which wouldn’t have pleased me too much if that was my house.
And on Sunday morning the whole pile was dragged back to the right of the original driveway.
I think I will be asking no questions.
I stopped to take a picture of the truck which recently appeared, but the scene reminds me why I like Atlántida. Visually, it’s a varied and interesting place. Not dull for a moment.
Or something.
And what would it look like if done today?
Between the bank ATMs and the phone company office.
Nothing to see here, citizens, please move along.
Oh, but do watch your step.
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.
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?
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.
Almost half a block — five building lots — of trees has been completely leveled.
This promises to be interesting.