Oh, jeez. Son-of-a-wrek has many theories about Bigfoot and Native Americans.
I don’t care crack that egg open.
——Ol’beck is going out again—----
Yep.
I have a bag full of hair. Mr.Wrekker trimmed his beard tonight.
In the process of his man-beard-scaping I walked in on him.
He immediately sez: “I’m gonna clean up the mess, don’t worry.”
I gave him a nice sweet smile and told him not worry, I would clean it up. 
I got a large baggie of hair.
It’s kinda grey/white. So I got some coffee, hot water and dyed it dark. Worked like a charm.
Not sure if it will hold up under rain so I gotta get it out tonight.
I’m gonna spread it around in the area of Son’s detecting. On brambles and bushes.
My will to deceive may be taking over my life.
b. dye-ing tonight.
Alas, the hair was not noticed.
I was loading the dishwasher after supper. The oldest granddaughter stayed to ‘help’ me.
This usually means she has something on her mind.
I asked her how things were going. She asked me if it was bad to be crazy.
Uh oh.
I carefully measured my reply. I told her there was a good/okay crazy and there was a crazy that meant you were sick and need a Doctor and medicine.
She was quiet for a few minutes.
I expected her to tell me everyone thought ol’Beck was crazy (well, they kinda do)
But, no. That wasn’t it.
It seems Son-of-a-wrek and DIL had words about his Bigfoot beliefs. And she told him he was just ‘Crazy’.
Granddaughter over heard this exchange.
I assured her that her Daddy wasn’t crazy. He was just different. I didn’t tell her I had ‘literally’ created this monster. (heh!)
She wanted to know how to explain that kid at her school who never stopped yelling. It seems he yells all day long, everyday.
I told her I would look into it. :smack:
I think I’m in over my head, here.
[off-topic]this is an absolutely wonderful thread about Bigfoot and his dangly bits…
So I hesitate to ruin the atmosphere for a a minute…)
But, darnit , Beck, this is a thing to cherish:
[we now return to our regularly scheduled thread]
Yep Chapp, this grandkid is one special little girl. She’s smart as a whip and a little bit of a wise-aker.
She and I are on the same wavelength.
She cracks me up everyday.
Beck has a mini-me!
Much to her Mothers consternation.
There seems to be a podcast for nearly every topic these days and Sasquatches are no different
I got a road trip tomorrow (first time out of town since the Quarantine) , I might download and listen to this recent podcast (for Shits and Grins)on a guy from Texarkana who thinks he saw a Bigfoot.
Maybe it will give Beck some more ideas!
There seems to be a podcast for nearly every topic these days and Sasquatches are no different
I got a road trip tomorrow (first time out of town since the Quarantine) , I might download and listen to this recent podcast (for Shits and Grins)on a guy from Texarkana who thinks he saw a Bigfoot.
Maybe it will give Beck some more ideas!
I think I know that guy.
--------Son-of-a-wrek finds new evidence--------
So I look out the window from bedroom and I see Son with a bucket going toward the salt-water pond.
This is an unusual development.
When he gets back I asked him what the deal was. He sez, “Ma, I’ve found some new footprints. There’s 2 individual making these tracks”
Oh, my!
I’ve not been down there. No person or animal ever goes there. None.
I ask him what Bigfoot wants down at the salt-water pond. Why would it go there?
When I came around from glazing over at his l—o---n—g diatribe, all I could remember was ‘salt’, ‘salt water’, ‘all living creatures need it’ yada yada yada.
I then told him in my most Motherly voice, “Snails don’t need salt, in fact its detrimental to their being able to stay alive!”
I got and exasperated, “Oh, Ma!”
I swear on a stack of Nancy Drew mysteries I did NOT put foot prints at that pond. I’m loathe to go there. It ruins shoes to walk close to it.
He cast about 6 prints, he says.
Oh, my!
b. do I have a copycat pranker?
(Or Bigfoot’s doing alot of sweating)
I’m betting on your granddaughter.
I do think my Granddaughter is ‘kinda’ on to me. She’s not got it pinned down.
No kids are allowed near the salt water pond.
Nana has declared it, so it shall be.
Son-of-a-wrek brought back his castings. They look pretty gnarly.
Don’t know what that boy’s thinking.
The Bigfoot butt mooning will happen as soon as there’s a full moon.
apropos, don’t ya think?
You gots a salt water pond, as well as a regular water pond?
Why?
~VOW
The salt water pond is a leftover from oil drilling in these parts. It’s not something we created or wanted. Big Wrek has dumped, I don’t know how many, loads of dirt and gravel trying to fill it in. It devours all you give it. The last load to go in was sand. Alot of the sand stayed on the edge. Looks like the loveliest beach ever.
~VOW, are those fires close to you? Go back to Cali, girl!!
Fires nowhere near us, but we are getting the smoke! With dust, smoke, and pollen, I feel like my sinuses are welded shut. Then strap on a mask, and breathing is over.
We go back to SCal (never “Cali”) a week from today. The snarling, snapping, grumbling and swearing have officially begun!
We hope major progress is made in controlling the fires before it is time to go. I’d hate to experience any traffic woes on the freeway for our return trip. We came to AZ to get AWAY from traffic, dammit!
~VOW
As long as you’re safe.
Hope your sinuses get better, soon.
—Son-of-a-wrek is off the case----
He has returned to his real job. Night time detecting and daytime casting of footprints are put aside for the real world. Dang it!
He has left the game cameras up and running.
I still plan on the Bigfoot butt reveal. I have time to plan my deception. 
My summer will not be complete til the prank comes to fruition.
b. Biding her time (seems I do alot of that)
In the Brigadoon thread I posted about my night-time picnic table experience.
It was truly scary.
As it turns out we do have a large Owl living in the edge of the woods between the picnic table and the trail to the pond. Mr.Wrekker caught sight of it eating a fish on the dam of the pond. He reports it’s very large.
Just think, I was almost Owl supper.
Mr.Wrekker says it was a warning it flew over the table like that. I was too close to its nest/roost.
We’ve moved the table closer to the deck.
Can’t have a Grandwrex getting hauled off by an Olive Owl😊
We Googled owl images. The kids did some learnin’, and don’t even know it. They are very fascinated by these things.
I swear this quarantine may be the making of these kids. It’s definitely been a exciting time.
----Beck’s Bigfoot buffoonery is beckoning----
I gotta get out tonight. My Bigfoot butt papier mache is finished. It looks good, if I say so myself.
I hope Ms.Owl leaves me be.
If It happens I’ll have a further report with details at 11o’clock.