Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Post-Carnival Street Sweeping
Neighborhood clean-up is continuing following the Notting Hill Carnival. On Monday night, street sweepers took care of the majority of trash along Westbourne Grove, which is part of the parade route and the place where the cans, bottles and napkins were probably deepest. (How they do it so quickly I'll never know.) But there's still a lot of debris along the side streets and tucked around lampposts.
This wouldn't be such a problem for me if it weren't for the fact that Olga tries to eat debris. Especially debris containing chicken bones.
Every day on our early-morning walk we see the window washer for the shopping area known as Turquoise Island, below our flat. We always chat with him and he gives Olga a pat. This morning he was saying that he thought the carnival cleanup had gone really well -- which is funny, because I feel like more trash has been left behind this year. But he's probably seen more carnivals than I have, so what do I know?
Syria. Oh, boy. This isn't going to be pretty. I understand the feeling that we need to do something, that a line has been crossed, but I'm not sure I agree with that feeling. Why shouldn't we allow internal conflicts in other nations to resolve themselves? Is it really our obligation to assist in this battle? Won't that merely heighten tensions and risks for ourselves and our allies in the Middle East? So far, I am not sold.