Dead End

Here is another sign that I'm absolutely in love with.  This one is smack dab in the center of what would be the center of Copperopolis if it were big enough to have a center.  Which it isn't and doesn't. 

Bruce, I and Murphy discovered this sign one hot Saturday morning while waiting for the Jeep to be worked on in town (if there was a town.  Which there isn't).  We were just killing time,  aimlessly wandering up and down the streets behind the shop, when we were stopped dead in our tracks by this.    -------->

OK, the sentiment on the sign is, in itself, fabulous: so boldly informing the reader that their GPS is wrong.  But then, the writer goes on to mispell "private."  How stunningly adorable is that????

I love this town (even though it's too small to really be a town)!!!


Changing gears; this has been a strange weekend.  It's been impossible not to do a lot of thinking about 9/11.  I'm still trying to come to terms with this cataclismic event that happened ten years ago.  On this Sunday morning, September 11, we awoke to the power being off.  My first thought was that terrorists had done something during the night.  That's the reality of the world I live in today. 

As it turns out, the power was out because of an outage from numorous lightning strikes in the area over the night.  We also had a lot of nearby grass fires.  Luckily, none were too close.  By noon the electricity was back on and we were back to normal.  Still, the day felt surreal and unbalanced.

I think that September is my least favorite month.  It is such a tired month.  No longer summer, but still hot.  Not quite autumn, but still over and done with.  Everything is dusty and on its last legs.  The chill of autumn is longed for.  I can hardly wait for the winter rains...