Bright Lights, Little City
All the good folks (and their houses and land) in our little corner of the world were recently annexed by the nearest city. It took some time for the annexation to work it’s way through all the powers that be, but we all knew that it would happen, regardless of our desire not to be ‘city folk’. The Provincial Government made it official effective the first of this year, and were kind enough to inform us of the fact at the end of March. By the end of April we still had not heard a peep from our City officials, so I sent the Mayor an email. “We don’t seem to have received a “Welcome to the Neighbourhood” note from you,” I observed.
A week or so later, the Leader of Planning and Development responded, “I believe we met at an open house some time ago regarding the annexation. You should be receiving a welcome letter from the City soon.”
Yes, Team Leader, you likely remember me. I was the lady who was waving around the photos of what the houses a mile and a half away from me look like, now that the city has allowed the developers to build warehouses just beyond their back door.
Team Leader’s note continued: “In regards to the warehouse development you refer to … administration is working with the developer and their tenants to try to prevent or mitigate impacts as much as possible.”
Actually, that doesn’t really bring me much comfort. Construction garbage decorating my trees maybe, but no comfort.
A new warehouse where there was a field of canola a few years ago, but no comfort..
A Welcome Letter from the city arrived in early May. After a short paragraph of introduction, the letter got to the meat of the matter: Property taxes would be due soon; we should not expect water, sewer or garbage service in the foreseeable future; business owners need to get a business license; and we need to fill in the city census form because it brings in an additional $261 per head in Government funding.
Yes, Little City, you sure know how to put out the Welcome Mat!
I have to keep reminding myself that I live in a great province, even if the neighbours sometimes suck: Alberta – Remember to Breathe