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It’s been sunny the past few days, so I have started walking around town again. I wanted to use the bike, but the roads were sitll quite wet in places, so I walked.
Today I met my wife at her job to help her clean some of the projectors. She needed one more hand to hold the glass in place while she put in the screws. So, I was happy to help.

But, there are things I’ve seen that I can’t explain.

First, what is the state of my town if rifles are just left on the lawn of suburban houses?

Yes. It is plastic. What’s your point? Someone could trip and fall on it. I’m not sure if it is an argument pro or con gun control. That’s up to you. I’ll only point out: plastic guns don’t kill people the tree you hit your head on when you trip on it kills people.

Second, why does this utility pole have all those nails in it?

Have there been that many notices nailed to it? Does everyone leave the nail when they take down their notice? Or, it is something to do with the town metal recycling program?

Third, every time I have dealings with the south, I have to deal with alligators.

Granted, this is a chocolate one given to me by my cousin. But still, what is it that brings gators my way?

Fourth, where did that big windmill come from?

It’s huge. Several stories high. All of a sudden it was just there. Was it left by aliens to steal our atmospheric kinetic energy?

Finally, and most perplexing for me personally, where did the dumperster for my building go?

I suspect it is a tax dodge of some sort.
Today, for the first time in the 15 years, 9 months we’ve lived here, the town decided to do a property tax inspection of the building. The inspector spent all of 2 minutes in my apartment, checked a few things on a clipboard and then took off.
When I looked outside an hour later, no dumpsters in the whole apartment complex...

I’m thinking that there is some sort of occupancy tax based on trash output. If the dumpsters aren’t there, they can’t say how much gets thrown away, right?

When I was young, we spent the summer at my aunt’s cottage near the coast. When the tax inspector would come, she would take all of the mattresses out of the atick, put them in people’s cars, and have them drive around town. This was so the upstais wouldn’t be declared a bedroom and her tax go up. (It never was as it was only reachable by a fold down stairway and that didn’t qualify as an occupiable space. I still slept up there.)

I suspect it is the same with the dumpsters. They put them on trucks and drove them around town while the inspector was here.

They did come back. But, they were blue. So, the “official” reason was probaly to paint them.

But, it’s a mystery.