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@fiesty76 @jimhd I'll trade [I think] crabgrass for the wild blackberries invading from the empty lot next door. The only thing positive about them is the fact they are helping to hold up the old fence ;)) The neighbor brush-hogged our property lines on two sides which border empty lots, so we have added repair/replace fence to the list. There are 10 empty lots, a long crazy legal story, next to us. The wild blackberries have taken over the marshy soil. Canes are almost as thick as my wrist! The urge to get starts and plant some veggies is getting stronger! I had no idea how much this was a big deal around here, everyone trading starts and crops!
@funcountess Thanks for the information. First I'll see if that cactus makes it onto the truck this weekend. We drive Interstate 5 usually because it is a straight shot.
Ginger
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@fiesty @gingerw @zep @funcountess @zep and others who've responded.
Barnabas was a family pet the first couple years of his life - he was the runt of a litter on a ranch east of us, from unplanned breeding between an Ausie dad and a border collie mom, and people chose his litter mates, but no one wanted him and he was going to be put down the day after we found him - he loved everyone and the feeling was mutual. So he was one of our rescue dogs. He became my service dog after some training, much more than a pet. He was very well behaved. The relationship between a handler and his service animal is even closer than a pet. The evening Barnabas had the stroke I took him to an emergency vet that's open 24/7, then went back home and spent a sleepless night with him. In the morning I took him to our local vet and sat in the back seat with him, and held him while she injected the medication. I felt him finally relax, then stop breathing.
We lived for 14 years in Albany, Oregon, on the frontage road next to I 5. Over the course of those years, we saw a huge difference in the traffic flow. For a long time, we knew when it was 11 p.m.because the freeway emptied and it became quiet. But the last several years it changed. Traffic continued through the night. We got used to the noise. If we wanted to talk and be heard, we sat in the back yard.
And you probably noticed that I referred the freeway as I 5. Sometimes we called it Highway 5, but our young son called it our freeway.
Jim
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@gingerw I'm surprised to see you refer to it as Interstate 5, rather than "the 5", something that always cracked me up when we were in CA a lot visiting my stepson in S.F. and my son in L.A. One time we did "the 5" from stepson to son's, and that road is so boring.
JK