Sunday morning, 0730

Crashing, whirring noises outside, nearby. Bang! Bang! Bang!

I can’t help but be grateful for relatively consistent trash pickup here, and I have great respect for the collectors—male and female—who ride on the back of the trucks as they speed from stop to stop. (And I try to avoid walking dogs off-leash if they’re within a half mile.)

Still, I wonder if the designers, engineers, and manufacturers in Europe took into account the enthusiasm of Latin American operators, who seem to think they’re the wrecking crew from Consumer Reports.

Because of course.

When it’s time to get rid of the old CRT TV or computer monitor, you don’t leave it in one of the hundreds of containers put out for that purpose by the municipality, you somehow drag it into the middle of nowhere and leave it there instead.

Because that’s what Grandpa would have done.

“It’s the way we’ve always done it.”

Clearing out the library

I saw this a couple days ago, before heavy rain all night. Neatly stacked just in case someone….

Some encyclopedias from 1999, other stuff that seemed equally uninteresting.

Here’s looking at you

Or something.

An untold story…

In the local park.

What is the thinking?

Just like that, one day a broken TV appears in the middle of the path.

In the middle of nowhere.

Because of course. Where else would one dispose of an old, broken TV set?

New trash in the middle of nowhere

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?

Rubbish bins, one block apart

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….

Strange in a couple ways

Strange sky. And a couch abandoned a couple days ago, in plain sight, 50 meters from the road. Because of course.

Critter tracks and human trash

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.