A Sign From the Universe

This doesn't happen very often.

We found this arrow on the road one day.

Pointing toward home.

Of course.

Street Signs

We got new street signs. 

This is news because 2 years ago we got new street names.   Awesome, right?

Except rumor has it that some dough-head bureaucrat decided that s/he didn't think the names would stick and we'd go back to numbers so s/he ordered new street signs last year with numbers.  

Except they weren't the same numbers they used to be.   So our road used to be 575 N, then they changed the name to Bland Rd., and put up a new sign last year that said 525 N. 

Did you catch the change from 575 to 525?  Surprise!    Ours wasn't the only change like that, either.

And being as we're all too doggoned busy to worry about crap like that, we shook our heads and continued giving the directions the way we always have:  'Turn left at the black barn - the one where that cow got hit by the tractor a few years back.   We live next to where the big drug bust was 15 years ago, just down the way from where that guy killed his brother.'


So imagine our excitement when this turned up a few weeks ago. 

No, we're not too thrilled with the name of the road being as I'm a color professional and jam maker and all, but we've had two years to get used to it and at least the sign matches the actual legal name of our road now.

We thank heaven for small favors. 








And speaking of street signs, we were driving through Clay City, Indiana and noticed this one. 

I loved it!   I've spent some time wondering how I would have spelled it if I were making a sign for that street.   I keep wanting to put in 'a'.   Eight & A Half St.     Ya know?

How would you have spelled it? 

No Dumping

Dumping out here is a real problem.  It's infuriating to wake up one morning and find a couple of bags of garbage in your creek, just out of sight of the house.  Beer cans pop up like wildflowers.

Wherever there is a ravine close to the road, there's a pile of trash in it.  TVs, washers, tires, tires, tires, and other household garbage.  We've cleaned 40 bags of trash like this off our place.

We see signs like this around.  I love this one.  [Not that it did much good....] Blow the pic up to really appreciate how long the sign has been on the tree.

This is what's at the foot of the tree in the ravine below.

Heaven only knows how long that stuff has been there.  Tires tend to look fresh for a very very long time.

Old Signs

In Worthington, Indiana you can still see some of the old signs that were painted on the sides of the brick buildings that make up the downtown.

I love old signs.

They are barely legible and the bright sun didn't help.  I need to go back on a rainy day and take some more pics to see if more words show up. 

This one says 'Meats'.  It's part of a larger sign.

Below the 'Antique Alley' sign, you can barely see another one.   'Green's Fresh Meats and Groceries'.   Meats above that door goes with that sign.

It's clear that the door was added later - it cuts off the bottom part of 'groceries'.  

And in the second window above you can see a coffin standing on end.   Creepy.    The kids check for it every time we drive by.    What will they think when it's missing one day?