JJ, the strip in today’s paper is perfect cartooning. Panel one Ludwig is just seen peering at his target lz. Panel two sets the awareness of his not being wanted at the moment. Panel three shows him softening his bed. And finally, everyone gets their rest. Set-up, follow through, happy ending all in four panels.
Mindy, the small “s” is just a small indicator that I am a rule bender. I learned long ago there is good coin in bending rules, just don’t break them.
If your slope is steep and slick, anchor off with a rope and fashion a swiss set to sit-in. Sure you can Google the details. As to naplam, DON’T!!! Spread a good layer of sand over the roots, pour on gasoline, stand far back and ignite with a flare pistol. This will bake the roots, as the sand will hold heat for sometime. At the end of the day sand is easier to remove than roots.
sandcastler with the small esses, if it isn’t specifically prohibited it may be allowable so do it and plead ignorance later. With my luck, if I used your sand and gas idea, which sounds good, I admit, at the end of the day I’d end up with General Sherman’s scorched earth and the largest cat box in the neighborhood. ‘Preciate the idea, though, I surely do.
hc, the redheads I don’t care for are the ones who are obviously fighting naturally dark black hair. The red just looks like someone spray painted their hair, no way shape or form is it believable.
Can’t say I’ve seen the brassy color.
BTW, a friend of mine who is particularly fond of redheads pointed out to me that the most flattering color a redhead can wear is green. Son of a gun don’t you know I see more and more redheads wearing green and I’d have to say, he’s right on target.
My son should feel right at home in St. Paul. He looks very Nordic and has a very strong Scotttish background on both sides of his family. We ski here and so you in MN. He likes animals so the dogsledding thing shouldn’t be a problem.
Jerry in Fl: As I drove through some of the northern Great Plains states, I noticed some signs for ski resorts. As a Utahn, I found myself wondering just how one could ski without mountains… I checked online and found:
If you scroll down to the Midwest listings, you’ll see 116 resorts listed! I randomly clicked on one in Minnesota and found that it had 19 trails on 55 skiable acres, with a vertical drop of (wait for it!) 240 feet.
Well, I suppose if you have the snow and any sort of hill, you might as well enjoy it.
Coincidences are funny. I’m flying to the Twin Cities tomorrow to spend the weekend visiting my godson at Carleton College in Northfield, about 45 minutes south of there, and the area becomes a matter for discussion a couple of days prior!
Since a reminder about prostate checks has been made, I’ll bring to your attention a form of breast cancer that almost no one I mention it to has heard of it: inflammatory breast cancer. It’s not detected by self-examinations or mammogram, and generally the first symptoms are that the breast looks inflamed. By that time, though, it’s usually too far advanced to do a lot about it. It hits at all ages; one example I read about was a 16-year-old girl.
It’s fairly rare, which is why most haven’t heard of it. I hadn’t, until my ex-wife died of it last month with only about three weeks from diagnosis to death. She was 53.
The fact that it is rare makes it even more important that women know about it, in my opinion. As doctors rarely see it they generally diagnose it as an infection and treat it as such; this happened with my ex. A Google search for inflammatory breast cancer will provide more info.
Dave in MA: Do you suppose that the “most flattering color a redhead can wear is green” adage has been losely held by redheads lo these many years? I was privy to that fact as a small red-headed, freckle-faced imp.
I get a chuckle when people compliment the combo when I wear green – and they act so surprised! Go figure…
Tom in S Ohio – Thanks for the warning. I had never heard of inflammatory breast cancer until a friend was diagnosed last fall. Since then she has been through 2 rounds of chemo, had surgery to remove everything, and is now in the middle of radiation to (hopefully) eradicate any remaining vicious cells. So far, she seems to be responding well to treatment and there is no more sign of the cancer. As you are well aware, it can recur later with a vengeance, so it’s still a matter of wait and see.
I am so sorry to hear about your ex-wife. I hope your warning helps even one woman to get an early diagnosis, like my friend, so she has a chance against this killer.
I like Jimmy’s title for the retro series, but he could also have called it “Hair today, gone tomorrow”.
Color preference, not the important factor to me. Length, medium, but again not the first thing to catch my eye. Height, now we’re talking. I’m 6’5″ and notice taller women first. Most important, personality and intelligence!
Jimmy has been peeking again. The remote is primarily used in this family to adjust volume and to pause for important non-commercial breaks in the reading room. Survey time: Who prefers to watch the boob tube [a] in a chair, [b] on the sofa, or, [c] in bed? Hint: Things haven’t been the same since Johnny left.
It occurs to me that the up and coming generation will wonder why a TV is called a “tube”, although they will probably get the reference to breasts.
If it weren’t for Netflix on those infrequent occasions when I feel like vegitating, I would disconnect the satellite service, but when I watch a movie it’s from a sofa. We have mutually agreed that there will be no TVs (or computers for that matter) in the bedroom.
I started one sentence there and finished another. I meant to say that if it weren’t for Netflix I’d get rid of the TV. We keep the satellite service because my wife still likes to plop down and channel hop at night in hope of finding something with which to turn off the brain.
Phil, I had a sinking feeling as soon as I hit “Submit Comment” that I’d made a goof but it was too late. We’ve gotten rid of TV also except as a medium for playing movies via DVDs. I’m not a prude by any stretch of the imagination, love my down and dirty as much as the next person, but we got tired of the mindlessness and repetition. The Tom Selleck programs always come out on DVD and we get more than adequate news coverage online and can select our political slant for the day as easily here as in front of the Tube/LED or whatever the correct name is now.
That said, I’m going out in the mud and slop around with the hardcore bamboo cadre. That’s enough dirt for anyone. Y’all take care, don’t forget to turn out the light.
To change the subjct to the current strips yesterday and today – I can painfully identify with BOTH of them. And I just got a notice that today is National Hairball Awareness Day. Depending on your cat population, Every Day is Hairball Awareness Day!
Ruth Anne in Winter Park on 27 Apr 2012 at 4:00 pm #
I saw this as a comment elsewhere* and decided that some in this group would appreciate it:
A home without a cat — and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat — may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title? – Mark Twain in The Tragedy of Pudd’nhead Wilson, chap. 1
* It was under a picture that author Sharyn McCrumb posted on Facebook. If you like her books, you should check out what she posts there, interesting insight into the writing process among other things.
At one point, Sharyn McCrumb was involved in SF fandom, but neither liked nor understood it. One of her books, Bimbos of the Death Sun, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bimbos_of_the_Death_Sun) takes place at a convention and the author goes out of her way to lampoon as much of fandom as possible. In fact, as a long-time con-runner, I consider the book an excellent manual on what not to do when running a convention as she got just about everything having to do with the running of the convention wrong. Still, it’s a fun book and a good mystery, and if you can find a copy, I recommend it.
Ruth Anne in Winter Park on 27 Apr 2012 at 7:51 pm #
Sideburns – I read Bimbos… just a couple of years ago. Part of the fun of it for me was seeing how much technology has changed since she wrote it, so much that young readers might not understand some of the references. Generally I prefer her history-related novels; St. Dale was pretty amusing as well.
Ruth Anne and Sideburns, have you read a book named “Murder at the War”? I think that is the title, by Mary Pulver. It takes place at the SCA’s Pennsic Wars and had a good grasp of that culture. I used to be in the SCA here and had a lot of fun traveling to various events. Lots of good and interesting people.
Love Sharyn McCrumb’s novels set in the VA/Tenn/Carolinas area and history. One of her characters is from Gallipolis, OH which is my home. I haven’t checked it out, but a librarian told me that her husband is from Point Pleasant WV – which is just across the Ohio River from Gallipolis.
In one book, she did make one small error: She mentioned Gallipolis having flood walls. Wrong! It is Point Pleasant that has the flood walls. She should have double-checked with her husband about that one!
And about Jimmy not posting today? Hey! Stuff happens!
Ruth Anne – Pudd’nhead Wilson is my favorite (and most disturbing – maybe that was his point) Twain novel, and it was easy to find that citation, but I’ve never heard of it as “The Tragedy of …” Am I missing something?
Ruth Anne in Winter Park on 28 Apr 2012 at 8:58 am #
CW – I confess that I did not check the citation before re-posting it and I should know better. I’ll plead “Friday afternoon of a long week and getting over a cold”. However, I just found it as “The Tragedy of..” at both Project Gutenberg and a site offering Twain’s complete works.
And Twain’s two most famous books are “The Adventures of …”. Books had long titles in those days, for instance “Dealings with the Firm of Dombey and Son: Wholesale, Retail and for Exportation”.
But in fact by that time books were trending AWAY from long titles. A century previous, books had titles like “The Life and Strange Surprizing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York, Mariner: Who lived Eight and Twenty Years, all alone in an un-inhabited Island on the Coast of America, near the Mouth of the Great River of Oroonoque; Having been cast on Shore by Shipwreck, wherein all the Men perished but himself. With An Account how he was at last as strangely deliver’d by Pyrates. Written by Himself.”
I LOVE Sharyn McCrumb’s works – especiall the ones with Nora Bonesteel and Spencer Arrowwood ( the fact that I knew what song the title referred to just dre me in)though it was one of her Ellie MacPherson books (I forget the title) that introduced me to the idea that I probably have Asperger’s.
Galliglo – which character is from Gallipolis? That evidently didn’t register with me.
McCrumb’s other sci-fi books include Zombies of the Gene Pool and a third one whose title escapes me – but I scarfed them up long ago at a used book store.
emeritus Minnesota biologist on 28 Apr 2012 at 4:24 pm #
Wife was a redhead, though I didn’t notice that when I began to notice her, which was the afternoon we first met at Willard Straight Hall in fall ’48, she a freshman coed [neither term now p.c], and I a gangling sophomore. Not flaming red, but definitely red, more than mine. I think she had a perm then, or curled it or some such. (What do men know about these things, anyway?) Shoulder length. Later, before we wed, she began pony tails and braids and such and I loved it. Well into her 30s, maybe early 40s, decided to have it cut short, and I was appalled at the thought, but then loved it. No grey until well into her 60s, by which time mine was white and largely gone. Her red had gradually darkened by then. Still only salt and pepper when she died at 80. We wed 60 years ago day before yesterday.
New subject: at http://www.ustream.tv/greatspiritblufffalcons , peregrines have been sitting on eggs for weeks, but I just saw the eggs a half hour ago. I cannot tell the falcon from the tercel; she’s bigger, but they are never together for comparison. I’m guessing it was the falcon; she got up off the eggs, and there are three. I suppose they could be infertile, but don’t know the incubation period. She fiddled around, and actually turned one of the eggs, then settled back to incubate. Checked the Decorah eagles [usually there are > 20,000 active viewers whenever I visit]. The female was tending the three now robust young, but they were apparently all stuffed and she was feeding her own face.
What lovely memories of your wife. I wish you had been able to enjoy your anniversary with her.
emeritus Minnesota biologist on 28 Apr 2012 at 7:06 pm #
Thanks. I did the next best thing [in addition to attending an event and lunch that happened to coincide this year], wrote a couple of checks of the sort that might have occurred to her. You can’t take it with you.
My wife strikes up l-o-n-g and personal conversations with waitresses, salespeople, whoever and I usually find it hilarious. When I want to poke fun at the situation I begin quoting Dragnet- It was a Tuesday. It was warm in Tallahassee, etc, etc. Speaking of JJ it has been longer than usual and BTW why is he in such a hurry every morning? Does he have a paper route? I’ve asked this twice before and apparently no one has a clue and JJ is mia, but what happened to the tour schedule? You know it was predicted, not by me, that celebrities would disappear this year as they began sheltering in their bomb shelter condos to survive the coming end of “the world as we know it”. For me that’s happening every day and I don’t know of anyplace that I can hide from it.
Jerry, calm down. Obviously all the important people, especially Jimmy, have gone into hiding at those bunkers–those “ski resorts” in the MidWest are clearly bomb shelters! If there really were ski resorts someone from the MidWest would have contradicted me by now!
emb: Thank you for sharing those memories. Makes one believe in true love…
Mary in Ohio: The character from Gallipolis is Spencer’s chief deputy, whose name escapes me right now. He is the one who is a ‘Nam vet and suffers flashbacks. BTW, also love her Ellie MacPherson books. Very light – very funny. Did not care so much for the Bimbo books – weren’t those early in her writing career?
The weather must be good over most of the country. Haven’t checked but conversation is down from what it was the past two or three weekends. Don’t misinterpret that as meaning we’re losing interest, Jimmy! Just peek in Mindy’s window again, make her blush, and the comments will start anew.
The only WorldCons I’ve attended were the last three LACons, although I was at the most recent NASFiC two years ago. I help run LosCon every year, and have started to work Gallifrey One, both at the LAX Marriot.
No, I’m not a Trekkie. Not my favorite series. Robert Heinlein, John Ringo, David Weber, Manly Wade Wellman to name a few of my favorite authors. Ray Harryhausen movies, Godzilla, King Kong (the original), watched This Island Earth on MeTV last night.
Boise Ed, haven’t been to events outside of Meridies, nor Cons outside of the Deep South area. Haven’t attended either since 1996. I used to go wargaming whenever I could too. SPI, Avalon Hill, Empire Builder, Rail Baron, etc. Especially the Great Battles of the American Civil War series from SPI.
Heinlein got his start writing juvenile science fiction, maybe for Boy’s Life and it was good stuff. It had what was good science at the time and encouraged the reader to learn more. I liked some of his later stuff, but some of it got pretty silly, especially when he tried to tie his various characters together in on story. His one big hit, “Stranger in a Strange Land” was too mystical for me in those days. Perhaps I should try and read it again.
Trucker, Although continuing and additional health problems don’t always have me in the best mood, coming here usually lightens me up and it would be a mistake to take everything I say seriously. I’ll try to make it a little more obvious when I’m being sarcastic. Regarding JJ it is rare for him to be silent for this long and I do hope at this point that he is either on vacation or just too busy to post.
AnonymousGlo – I believe the sci-fis were her first. Yes, I know eactlyy the character you mean.
Maybe JJ DOES have a paper route…
eMB – the next door neighbor (age 84) lost his if of 58 years in Dcember, and he has decided to re-do the yard’s landscape. They were extensive gardeners years ago, and he is bringing back the rhubarb patch and some berry bushes. I can’t think of a better way he could honor her and not fall into a deprssion where he only lived on memories. Good for both of you!
The new things that we learn on this site. I had no idea that Bill Shakespere wrote the theme song of the musical Annie (The sun will come out To-morrrow…) via the play MacBeth.
On a series note, I was putting my groceries in my car when a woman sadly came up to me and told me she could not find her car. My mother died at 61 but I could just imagine this Lady could have been her. I very gently asked her a few questions and safely found her vehicle! As she started the car and drove away, I said a silent prayer that God her guide her on her jouney, not just to her home but for the rest of her life.
No, Mindy, I’m not a Trekkie, I’m a Science Fiction Fan. LosCon is a general SF convention and fundraiser for LASFS, this world’s oldest SF club. Gallifrey One is more of a media con, with emphasis, of course, on The Doctor.
Steve from ROM: WE knew what you meant! And thank you for the very nice thing you did for that Lady. Any of us might be in the same situation one day… I hope there another “Steve” to help us when the time comes.
It’s not always the big things. I walked into Wallyworld and showed a lady how to return her dvd’s to the Redbox, turned around and helped an older man get a shopping cart untangled from the train. I have for brief periods walked with a cane and much appreciated young people holding the door for me. In the long run we are all we have abd all that really counts.
Jerry in FL, good for you! Keep looking for ways to help others as you go about your daily life. “My business was people…”, Jacob Marley. You are setting a good example for the rest of us. Some people always ask, “How can I help others?”. Don’t wait for a church mission trip, or community service day or whatever. Just open your eyes, notice who looks confused or lost. Have your neighbors lost a spouse? Did something blow into your yard that can be returned to is owner? Anything can provide an opportunity to do something. It doesn’t take much money or time, just awareness.
Russell Way Out There on 29 Apr 2012 at 10:51 pm #
John in Virginia was right. I did a quick peek at national weather and it was basically nice, late spring weather from coast to coast, and the posts here this weekend are considerably fewer than in the previous 3-4 weeks. He’s also right about peeking on Mindy, Jimmy. It’s so much fun when she blushes and does her “story for yet another day” Mindy Pleading. The lady has a sense of humor, you have to admit, guys. She keeps sticking her foot in her mouth, blushing like a stop light, and takes the kidding without protest or gripe. I don’t think she’s the kind to have a lamp shade on her head at a party but I bet a nickle to a doughnut that she’s a lot of fun once she gets warmed up. Besides, any woman with a sense of humor who will still tackle a Bamboo Demon day after day is worth a fortune! All the women who come in here seem to share the same basic go-for-it independent streak, come to think of it. Keep it up, Jimmy! You’re a positive effect on us!
I posted a longer version of my story about the lady with the lost car and a friend who’s mother died of Alzheimer’s posted a comment as she saw what I did from another perspective. Either A) I was the lady’s Guardian Angel or B) I had unwittingly helped her steal a car! I have to admire my friend’s sense of humor but she said that the illness is such a downer, that she had to have one in order to cope.
As far as I am concerned, Jimmy has not been away long enough to even begin to worry. When he was putting together the book, he would be off for several days. If you have to worry, then imagine humorous reasons why he had to be away.
Thanks Mark! Great article… too bad I don’t live in the Knoxville area.
Regarding Rheta’s comment about Jimmy being a little hard to live with… I think that might be the case with most artists, in whatever medium. And having TWO in the same household? That would be difficult!
My previous husband was a reporter/photographer in our early marriage. Very difficult for two naive young people…
I’m less than 200 m iles from Knoxpatch, Galliglo, but, Lord! I do so hate to go there! Driving in K-Town is worse that Washington and Chicago and New Orleans combined! I have to admit, the sponsors have…guts. Inviting “former” spouses at the same time? Of course, I recall Jimmy saying that he and his Ex have a non-frictional relationship. I can’t say the same about mine but I know full well that I am equally detested and loathed in return.
The Bamboo is gone, by the way. Now I’m working on the runner/root system. A pick and a crowbar and a pair of bolt cutters makes life easier. Holding the napalm/gasoline-soaked-sand option in reserve. Can anyone tell me a good sunburn remedy that beats the OTC junk? Exactly where I got some of the burn is a story for yet another day that I’ll be a hundred years old before the days comes.
Seriously, I recall a remedy involving iodine and some other stuff found around the house but I can’t remember what other stuff. Anyone? Please?
Mindy, I have been in Knoxville several times and it is not worse than Atlanta. I can’t compare Washington or Chicago as I have never had the chance to drive there. Never even been to Washington and Chicago was only a waypoint between Honolulu and Tuscaloosa.
The story says where he will be on May 24, not where he is now, so he remains mia for the time being. He doesn’t owe us a daily report on his activities, bit this has been unusual. As the article did have a photograph maybe we can arrange for placement on milk cartons or having his photo placed at rest stops on I-10
I posted this originally on Facebook, but I would like to think of my fellow A & J fans as friends as well.
Avery Canahuat was a baby girl who died yesterday. You may have seen news about her or read about her on Facebook. She had a severe and incurable genetic disorder, Spinal Muscular Atrophy. Her parents published a blog to share information about the disorder, and to increase visibility of the disease, because as we all know, visibility is what drives research and treatment. Part of the blog was a “bucket list” of ordinary, everyday items, things like, “make cupcakes”, “attend a baseball game” “build something with my daddy”, and “wake up smiling”.
Avery achieved international fame, because of the effects of her disease on her life and the emotional impact of knowing all the little, day-to-day activities and special, once-in-a-lifetime activities that she will miss. Tears streamed down my face as I read the words her father used, as Avery, to describe her disease and life, and the hope for a future. If you could read her story, and her words, without tears then don’t bother reading further.
I have a few other people that I’d like you to consider, and think about their bucket lists. They are people, like Avery, who have severe and life-threatening disorders. They are people who need an organ transplant. Today, in the United States, there are 114,169 people on transplant waiting lists. There are people who need lungs, hearts, kidneys, livers, pancreas, corneas, bone and other tissues.
Your lung might allow a teenage girl with cystic fibrosis to attend her high-school prom. That same girl might actually be able to walk down the aisle at her wedding, rather than rolling in a wheel chair, because she can’t breath well enough to stand.
Your heart might beat in the chest of a middle-aged mom, whose own heart stopped working due to a pneumonia infection. Your heart will allow her to see her own children play baseball, finish school, and will give her the strength and energy to dance with them rather than lie quietly in bed, hoping for another day.
Your kidney could change the life of a dad with kidney failure, who spends many hours each week connected to a machine filtering his blood to stay alive. Your kidney could give him the strength to take his son to a baseball game, play catch, or go for a hike. He could become a grandpa, seeing his newborn grandchild, watching her grow—doing all those little things, maybe even, “building something with Grandpa.”
Your liver might give an adolescent boy the chance to play another game of basketball, or time to learn to play the guitar. Maybe he will be the one to take his friend with cystic fibrosis to the prom. They both dance, facing a lifetime of new tomorrows simply because someone else shared life with them.
Today Facebook has added a new category to member status, organ donor. It is a blatant effort to increase organ donation by making more people aware and socially pressuring individuals that might never have considered donation to think about it.
Why would you sign up to be an organ donor? Remember Avery, with her bucket list of little and not-so-little life accomplishments? If you are an organ donor, then YOU may help someone else complete some of those bucket-list items. Share your life.
On a more cheerful note, Gallifrey One sent out the instructions yesterday morning for reserving a room at the convention hotel for next year’s convention at the special rate. Although the convention block was almost half of the LAX Marriott, it sold out in roughly one hour. The 24 Hours of Gallifrey One is working on getting more, but there’s only so much they can do. In fact, their latest message on the subject listed other nearby hotels so that members could find other accommodations. As my sister and I help run the convention, we got the reservation code (and our room) two days early. I just wish LosCon were so popular, but it’s running roughly half of Gallifrey’s membership.
Neal, it’s a record for this particular series. I think Mindy was #100 last weekend.
Mindy, yellow mustard is good for regular burns, as long as it doesn’t make you look like a hot dog. Also, you could go down the the local nursery and get an aloe vera plant. Break the ‘leaves’ and rub over the burned area, or squeeze the gel out and use it. We keep an aloe very plant around for just that reason.
Rheta Grimsley Johnson was at our local library on April 20 promoting her newest book Hank Hung the Moon….and Warmed Our Cold, Cold Hearts. Excellent presentation and the book is good too and Jimmy is mentioned in a couple of places. She has such a talent with words I always enjoy her work, although the last one she wrote Enchanted Evening Barbie and the Second Coming was so full of sorrow and loss I really worried about Rheta.
Jimmy came to our library in March with Beaucoup Arlo and Janis.
Would be interesting to have them there at the same time. I think they remain the best of friends.
Mindy – not to argue, but have you ever driven in Cleveland, Ahia? (shudders…) If you conquer your bamboo, please post some hints, as I have been dealing with multiflora rose for 35+ years. (And I didn’t have napalm, but I did set fire to one. The ashes enriched the new growth rather promptly.)
Being an organ donor, David, is a Good Thing and a way to know that your good deeds don’t end when your life does. Conventions (at least fan-run SF/fantasy/media conventions) are a good way to enjoy your life while you can.
Mindy, and Mary in Ohio. You might try a strong salt solution to kill off the unwanted plants. It worked for Carthage. Make it fun, crank up some homemade ice cream and then empty the salt/water onto the plants you are trying to kill.
Here is another suggestion on bamboo from Ehow.com.
Solarize the enemy. Cut the bamboo to the ground, spread a thick layer of high nitrogen (lawn) fertilizer over the entire area, and cover with clear plastic sheeting. Secure the plastic sheeting along the edges with bricks or boards. This technique is best used during the hottest part of summer and will literally cook the bamboo in the ground. Leave the plastic in place until all signs of life have been extinguished.
Mark, the surface Bamboo Devil is gone. I’m fighting the demon roots now. Making progress. Had a neighbor who’s a pain in the … and he actually stole a rizome root. Now he’s swamped by the stuff. He’s just too trifling and lazy to work at eradicating the growth. At least I can smile a bit now. Have been told that the nitrogen idea works but it leaves the ground barren for a season or two. Not unlike your Carthage idea. Would I use kosher salt?
I just noticed the yellow mustard remedy, Phil. Thank you. Used the aloe and that helped a lot. Feel almost human now, running out of reasons not to hit the job again. Lazy me, think I’ll just wait another day and pray for rain. [Actually, the rain would help since it's easier to find and attack the roots in wet ground; exposed by rain since they're just below ground level, I swear the roots snuggle back into the ground and are again covered once the ground dries!]
Nancy in Bucks County on 01 May 2012 at 10:12 pm #
Mindy: should I be worried? We have a neighbor with a healthy stand of bamboo just down the road from our new home. How fast and how far does it spread?
Nancy, we planted three 36-inch plants roughly 12 years ago, spaced 36 inches apart as recommended. We started killing it out 3 years ago when it had spread approximately 200 feet along the planting axis plus another 50 feet to either side. Sprouts kept coming up — and are still coming up — another 50-75 feet or so. It does NOT seem to grow uphill and definitely not across a water barrier. It’s not as bad as Kudzu, but it is bad. If “just down the road” is the same measurement that I use, I doubt that it should be a bother to you but I won’t guarantee that.
Today’s (May 2) cartoon reminds me of my dearly departed cat, Magi. He was the real-life Bucky Katt (from comic Get Fuzzy) come vet day. Normally a friendly guy (unless he started purring – then watch for teeth.) Magi could sense a trip to the vet and put up a huge battle when we tried getting him into the carrier. This was the same six pound cat that fought the neighbors’ rotweiller to a draw, so you can imagine how bad he fought. At six weeks old his vet put a huge “handle with caution” sticker on his file folder. Even for all that, I STILL felt bad for stuffing him into the carrier. Poor Arlo, I know the guilt!
Best investments I ever made were TWO double door cat carriers – conventional front door and also a top door that runs the length of the carrier. Makes getting all their appendages to block the opening much more difficult!