D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

The neighbors with the actual yard for a front yard - littered with adult- and child-sized chairs, toys, trikes, etc., and they currently have a kitten - now have a tennis ball the size of a soccer ball.

D.O.P.-T.

Came home a little early this morning - I caught the earlier bus, but then stopped off to blót in the park - only to see a column of smoke rising behind the houses. I set off looking, noting that it was whitish, not the usual awful grey of a house fire, and noting also that people were walking out of their houses beaming at the pretty sunshine, waiting at bus stops munching sandwiches, crossing the street with their laptop bags, looking at their phones . . . either nobody else could see it or nobody else cared. I finally got enough of a fix on it to decide it must be the industrial plant that still exists over that way. Maybe they do this every Friday morning. Still no sign of anyone else reacting to it as I headed home.