Assumptive Things

On my block in Bloomingdale there are two entrances to the alley where some of us have garages.  The alley is a bombed out looking space, but I’m not going to get into that right now–just to say there are tons of alley cats in the alley, which I don’t mind because they keep the RATS away (a problem in DC), but apparently, because I saw one run across my front patio area literally 3 days after moving in, like some sort of deleterious opposite-day welcome party, the cats do not keep the possums away, and, can you blame them?  Possums are soulless creatures that you do not want to mess with, you just walk away, just walk away.

In the west entrance to the alley is a repository for lots of things.  Being new to the block I have no idea how long the curb has been a things-repository.  At first I thought the house immediately to the right of the alley entrance must be the culprit.  I realized I was making assumptions about my neighbors.  I’d like to think I came to this realization due to my Coro “What Is Going On” training–a training that helps individuals derive facts, not feelings about a situation.  But no.  No.  I just thought any one house, without being the home of a hoarder would not have so many things to toss out…and hoarders don’t get rid of things.  I assumed it was this house, these neighbors because the “first” thing tossed out was a tv–a really old wooden framed tv.  My immediate bougie* thought?  “They should get that recycled.”  It seemed normal enough–it seemed like a thing the people who lived closest to the tv on the curb would do.

The tv disappeared and then awhile later, another tv appeared, and then there were two tvs, and then those disappeared.  I would like to think I realized those neighbors couldn’t have that many tvs.  My assumptive conclusions about my neighbors held strong for quite awhile, and what I thought was, “how could they have that  many tvs?”

Since then, lots of things have come and gone.  I’m talking** mattresses, bed frames, vacuum cleaners–the list goes on.  And, a light bulb (that I picked up from the trash heap on this curb) went off: ohhhh, it’s probably not the work of just those neighbors…probably lots of people bring their stuff to this curb…

I don’t completely understand what’s happening: is this spot a communal dumping ground?  Where does the stuff go?  Often, the items will be on the curb for a few days to, annoyingly*** a couple weeks.  Clearly this cannot be coming from one house.

I then decided I should document this phenomenon.  Why?  Well, a) it’s apparently what “we” do****; b) my books read in 2012 documentation project is off to a s l o w start and I need to document something, because…see point a.

So, this chair happened.  Actually, a couple days later someone topped it with a vacuum cleaner but since this new documentation idea***** was nascent, someone snagged the vacuum.  Or, to not make assumptions, I can safely say the vacuum cleaner was gone one day.

 

 

A couple days later, this second chair arrived…somehow.

It’s nice to know that someone or someones (maybe not the person or persons dropping off all these things) has a sense of humor.

 

 

 

 

*I wax bougie.

** “I’m talking” said in the same tone as Kim and Cookie in the Outkast interlude. Yes, a trigger.

*** see *

**** You know, we, as in all of us. We blog, we tweet, we point things out.

***** So, I says to the workout buddy, “You know, as soon as I get excited about documenting this, ‘it’s’ gonna stop…”

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About reginadma

Hybrid Socialist dedicated to helping the community.
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