Sandcastler — as Mindy says, “With A Small ‘S’” — the nice thing about the lady is that she may not smoot, but she’s not allergic to a little smut at the proper time and place. Her temper flared this afternoon, though. Our “Day of Rest” turned into a day of “‘restling’” with the Demon Bamboo, and that seems like it will never end. Anyhoo, the Little Tyke was working out on one root — the horizontal kind are called Rhizomes, I think, or something like that — and she was fuming and spewing as she dug up one I kid you not was 11 feet 7 inches long! She’s not a big person and she’s usually quiet — in spite of how she may sometimes come across here — with Deep South manners and class, but that hunk of heck really ticked her off. The language was…caustic. Like I said, she’s not a big person, really lithe, wiry and petite, but she managed to break a hickory pick handle! I kid you not! When she gets wound up, Katie bar the door. We noticed — and this should have occurred to us sooner — that the Rhizomes when they come up in sections look exactly like the “trophies” the Predators hung up to dry in the movies! Only uglier.

And she’s only partially the air head she seems to be on occasion. Maybe 73% or the time?