So, a small bundle of trimmings to add to the waste pile collected a few times per year. Fina a handy reusable plastic something (hamper) to carry them in. And of course, just leave the plastic as well.
I don’t know if it’s just certain people in certain areas, but it’s certainly the case in the no-man’s-land where we walk dogs. Oh, people.
So, a new, bright pink dog food bag full of garbage appears in the middle of nowhere.
Even if brought from the closest house, someone would have walked half a kilometer to litter. All the houses to the southeast have regular trash pickup, and it would surprise me if that house didn’t have the same.
So what’s the “thinking” here?
In 2017, Uruguay issued polyester 50-peso notes.
Unlike the previous notes, which were red, these 50th anniversary notes were blue.
And ugly in a brutal sort of way. Then in 2020, the polyester notes became red again.
There must be something about the 50-peso denomination that causes impishness. In 2011, they created a ridiculous and misleading 50-peso coin that nobody wants (an earlier blog post of mine).
Short walk today, just a few blocks as my foot is hurting. I was surprised to see this mess a block from our house.
Looking back the way I came, you can see there is no problem with the trash containers there. Little mysteries….
Alvero has retrieved the refrigerator from a block away. Did he not anticipate people would leave things in it? Were the failed Macintosh keyboards offensive? Or did someone else leave something really offensive?
I suspect the latter, but don’t expect to find out soon. I glanced through our Union Vecinal Whatsapp group but saw no mention.
Why don’t I ask, you wonder. I guess that would be because I find it potentially interesting, but also kind of so what?
Voting in Uruguay: you take your credenciál into a school classroom where there are three election workers at a desk and a soldier with an automatic weapon looking at his cell phone. You put your card down in little taped rectangle (thank you COVEEEEED), pull down the obligatory face mask for ID, take an envelope and let them write down the number, go behind a screened-off area where you find tables full of ballots, find the one you want and seal it in the envelope, go back out, tear off the identifying part of the envelope and hand in, then get your proof of voting (which is obligatory for citizens).
How do you figure out who vote for, and what do these ballots with dozens of names mean? That’s for another day.
PS this guy didn’t win
An extraordinary number of critter tracks, unlike I’ve ever seen.
And unfortunately, something I have seen before: despite the outstanding trash collection here, someone thinks it’s a good idea to haul a bright orange plastic bag full of trash into the middle of nowhere.
The garbage collectors used to have to jump off the truck and retrieve each house’s trash individually — lots of running around! So at Christmas time, they made a lot of noise to attract tips. For several years, though, there has been no individual trash pickup. We carry it to a bin on the corner. But, as you can hear, the seasonal noise hasn’t stopped.
You have a presumably broken fan/heater. No point in keeping it. So carry it past trash containers, hundreds of meters from any house, nowhere near other garbage. Then break it an leave it there.
Absolutely no idea what goes on inside the heads of people like this.
