I think there aught to be a law against back up beeping. I don't really care how many lives it may save, although I doubt we are talking about actually any, it is, to me, the world's worst noise pollution. And there is a choice. It's not like we are talking about birds squawking, or normal vehicle traffic or the occasional jet flying over. We are talking about there being a choice to NOT beep when you back up.
I remember in Langford we lived about a half mile from two things. One was a race track and the other was a gravel pit. The noise from the race track rattled the house every week end. The dump trucks beeping went on all the time, albeit a lot more quietly. Yet that beeping drove me nuts. The track not so much.
Back in North Van the school a block away decided to do some landscaping or something for months and again, beep beep beep beep beep. Jeez!!!!!
And now....when we first moved here I was well aware that we lived a couple of houses away from a major grocery store. This would mean rats and trucks beeping as they back into the loading dock. I set my brain to accept it and not let it bother me. So it doesn't. Plus, the beeping is on only when they back up for about ten seconds.
Now they have decided to build a liquor store onto that grocery store. Just what a town of 17,000 with 20 liquor stores already really needs, bucket list. And for the last umpteen days, and god knows for how much longer, there is a huge digger over there pounding out and ripping up the parking lot and she has to be doing it backwards because that effing beeping never ever stops. It's in the key of e, one octave above middle e and it's driving me insane.
It's almost 11 am. At noon we are heading to Victoria for the concert. I had to decide, do I take my walker so I will have a seat there (there are a very limited amount of chairs, I emailed them to find out) or do I take my nerdy telescoping stool that has backpack straps on it. Hmmmm....do I want to look like I am squatting getting ready to take a **** or do I want to look like Granny with dementia who lost her way. Great choice. Either way I am going to wear all black, a gunmetal grey leather bomber jacket and my shit stomping black combat boots. Only to make myself feel better. Sigh and bucket list.
Gotta go pack. I shall report. Maybe I will get some pics. I know for a fact, unless the bands moms and dads will be there, after all they are mostly from the Island, I will be the oldest person there. Have a great few days. Til then TTYL
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