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I have now moved into a lovely new apartment, with a hypervigilant landlady, in a fancyish neighborhood–at least it’s fancy adjacent.  All is right with the world… except.

I’ve mentioned before that for some reason people kept dumping things on the sidewalk of my old apartment. Mattresses, couches, shelves– all manner of random hodgepodge came to my sidewalk to die, and I still don’t understand why.  Since moving and reassessing, I’ve wondered what I might do with some of these larger items should I decide I don’t need them.  I’ve decided that I will simply take them back to my old sidewalk and dump them there– since everyone else is doing it.  Maybe all the former tenants of that building get rid of a lot of furniture, and are too cheap to have it hauled away properly.

This is all speculation.

Right before I left, it got particularly bad.  Without fail, I would wake up Tuesday or Wednesday and find something on the sidewalk.  Usually it was a couch or loveseat– my favorite was the two mattress/box spring pile that the neighborhood kids quickly discovered was fun to jump on.  All of their precious antics left the three items strewn across the end of my driveway so I had to do the awkward push with foot/try not to touch because who knows how dirty these mattresses are maneuver.  I’m not that much of a germaphobe usually, but people have sex on mattresses.

I started taking pictures each week because I almost couldn’t believe it myself.

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Couch #1 appears to be in good shape, but there’s a major tear in the seat cover.misc2 111Couch #2 was made of some kind of pleather.

misc2 112Couch #2 had friends visit.  These were not the mattresses the kids jumped on and scattered, I wasn’t taking pictures at that point, these are different ones.

After this, I misplaced my camera in all the packing hullabaloo.  Now I have found it again, and taken this picture:

misc2This is the view from my office in my new apartment.  I’m starting to feel like it wasn’t the curb at all, but was me the whole time.

A couple months ago, I was rinsing out my coffee pot first thing in the morning when I noticed a man unloading a black leather couch onto my sidewalk.  Because it was 7am and I was both sleepy and confounded by what I was seeing, I did the cartoon blinky thing trying to figure out if this was real or not.  It was, and this stranger was deliberately unloading a piece of furniture specifically onto my sidewalk instead of any other available piece of concrete– or the dump.  I found this annoying, and unsightly, but before I could go outside and demand why he was leaving it there, he was gone.

I went to work, and when I came back, I found that someone had torn the couch apart taking out the metal springs and who knows what else.  They had also left a chrome shelf, for some reason.  I was going to write a blog about this and include some pictures, but by the time I remembered to grab my camera and go outside, the whole mess was gone as mysteriously as it came.

This morning there is a new couch (and loveseat!) on my sidewalk.

I wasn’t awake to see it being dropped off, but it certainly wasn’t there when I went to bed last night, or when I got up at 3am.

misc-163This one either came torn apart, or someone went to town on it while I was still in bed, either way, it is unsightly and does not belong on my sidewalk.

The worst part of this whole situation is that I just don’t know why.  Why leave couches on my sidewalk?  Why take the time to load it up in your truck, and then bring it to my place?  Why do these couches keep vanishing, when the boxes I put out for the garbage man didn’t get picked up and are now blowing around the neighborhood?

I guess it’s kind of an adventure: What’s going to be there when I get up in the morning??? But I just don’t know if it’s worth it if I can’t get any answers.