Seems like everyone in the county wants to build their **** right next to my house.
I selected my property outside of city limits because it was within bicycling distance to work, yet reasonably quiet and secluded.
That was some years ago. Since then,
within a 1 mile radius, these things have been built: WalMart SuperCenter, Clinic, two sets of apartments, three sets of elderly apartments, gas station, countless spec houses and condos (many on new cul-de-sacs), bridge over a river, r.r. underpass connecting to new bridge (coming soon), oil change bidness, tire bidness, chiropractor bidness, bank bidness, motels (two new, one rennovated), elementary school (ALL have to be bussed out there now that the neighborhood schools have been shuttered), auto parts store, two strip malls, lumberyard, church... geez, that's enough, I know I'm forgetting some things too.
1 mile radius. Yup. The scary part is, I live in Bum**** Egypt- out in the middle of nowhere.
There is no quiet here. None. I listen to heavy construction equipment 3 seasons out of 4 for the last 15 years; the fourth season I listen to heavy snow removal equipment with the backup beepers and **** at 4 a.m. working on all the gigantic new parking lots. If we use 4:30 a.m. as the starting point for the day, that is when the *first* trains blast all the crossings, the commuters start stirring soon after, I can clearly hear the regional airline do their run-up and take off every day at 6 a.m., at some point after that the rednecks with dual straight pipe mud trucks get up to put on about 200 miles/day running around town, then the FedEx, UPS, SpeeDee, and Schwan's trucks with their straight pipes and rattley*** roll-up doors crash about all day... I kid you not, that clinic generates a vehicle on the move every 20 seconds- after too many of them couldn't figure out how a stop sign works they had to add a 4-way stoplight. I now have a little experiment that goes: I can walk out to the street at any given point in time, turn to the left and turn to the right; I WILL see a vehicle on the street. I WILL. It's inevitable. I've had a pet run over- indications are the jack*** aimed FOR it, not away.
The place is nuts. Sometimes it sounds like a re-run of The Dukes of Hazzard out there. Here. In the middle of nowhere.
It has gotten to where I run a table fan 2 feet away from my head on the nightstand, so I can stand it.
I'd leave, but where to? And I'd have to give my house away as pre-owned houses aren't good enough for all the yuppies; they need about 5000 sq ft McMansions on the ever-expanding "edge" of town.
I see the same thing everywhere in this state.
And yet we continue to pay people to breed. Breeders get extra income tax deductions. They don't have to pay for schools either. Anyone with health insurance for damn sure is subsidizing those with kids.
I am starting to hate people and there are way too many of them.
Oh, I almost forgot, there
is an upside to all this: If at 2 a.m. on Sunday I suddenly decide I need a gallon jar of jalepenos,
now I can get it. 