Crap! It’s Fall

It’s not that I don’t like Fall. I do.

It’s probably my favorite season.

It just seems that I’ve been preoccupied with, well, for lack of a better word, Crap, lately.

Actually there is a better word. But I’m going way out on a limb with this subject matter, to begin with.

First, though, let’s look at some Fall pictures in the mountains.

A couple of days ago I drove Mom up to the cabin to ‘close up’ for the winter.

We don’t really do much of the closing up. We just pull the lawn chairs inside, grab any food, and leave the real closing up to the caretaker who nails the shutters up, drains the water, and pulls the water pump out of the creek.

Way beyond my abilities. Or interest.

I thought it’d be a great opportunity to see all the fall colors. Outside the cabin there were mainly bright yellow and golds.

A few russets here and there.

Oh, we did have to take the sign off the tree.

It took us less than an hour. It was freezing up there. Colder inside the cabin than outside. And Sadie, Mom’s Boston Terrier, was ready to go. Now!

She’s one of the major players in the Crap! part of the story. But I’ll get to that later.

I’d rather ply you with fall pictures first.

The Quaking Aspen were incredibly beautiful.

It was almost shocking to see the bright yellow against the drape of green pines.

This is at Camp Sacramento, just as you reach Echo Summit. Years ago – the early ‘60’s, I think – there was a ski resort here.

All that’s there now is an incredible blanket of pine with a few bright spots of yellow.

No orange or red at the higher elevations.

At the lower elevations, the leaves are just starting to deepen.

But the backseat driver wasn’t too happy about all the photo stops.

Who brings me to the first part of Crap!

My family always had dogs. Labs, mixed breeds, even a poodle.

BBH & I have a bull mastiff. He doesn’t have a crap issue. He goes outside, does his business, and that’s it.

I love dogs. Dogs are easy, right?

But this little girl – Sadie - has an issue.

A crap issue.

Okay, so it’s not truly her issue. It’s ours.

Because every time she does her business, her bottom needs to be wiped.

With toilet paper.

Every. Single. Time.

Otherwise you just might be blessed with a stain on the couch, or {ewww} your lap.

That’s Crap issue #1.

#2?

How do I put this delicately?

Well, crap, I can’t. (Forgive the pun – I couldn’t refuse)

Mom has been sick quite a while. With intestinal stuff.

That’s all I’ll say about #2. (another pun. Sorry.)

#3?

That would be me. Yesterday.

All. Day. Long.

Nothing.

Nada.

Into the bathroom.

Out of the bathroom.

In. Out. In. Out.

All day long.

It seems my life has been focused on crap lately. Or the lack of it.

I never in my life thought I’d publicly write a story about this.

But I have.

If you have such issues, I know you understand.

For the rest of you, just look at the pretty pictures.

The End.

Last pun for today, I promise.