Bring the water, rain or shine

When I hear the soft, incessant sound of the water sprinklers rising from the grass (promptly before sunrise and in the evening after the sun goes down), a feeling of anger bubbles up along with it. The water hits the wooden garbage enclosure to the garbage bins, which will likely rot in no time, the pavement and streets and of course, the grass that is always green.

It's another example of the unnoticed or uncared about waste. I wish there was something like the water police, who would come a-knocking at the association president's door (let's call him Harold). In response to my queries, Harold said he was "looking into it" and that the landscapers have assured him that the sprinklers have moisture sensors. Hmm..then why were the sprinklers on again after thunderstorms hit the area and there was rain for several days last week? To my last innocent e-mail, I received no response.

The association with Harold at the head imposes rules for the development: the right way to recycle and discard garbage (many of our middle-class neighbors can't follow instructions) and rein in rambunctious kids. But who's monitoring this water business?

I'll stop now, as there are many more important issues to think about. But the waste, oh the waste.