The Scoop on Poop - #15 
By Susan Bashor
He’s 5, he’s funny. I shouldn’t laugh when out of the blue he whips off his trousers, bends over and squeezes his butt cheeks while chanting “Buckingham Palace, Buckingham Palace” but I crack up. What does it mean? I don’t know, but it was funny and I’ll take all the laughs that come my way. Out of the cheeks of babes...
From the perspective of an “older gal” I see and appreciate the simplicity my five and nine year olds enjoy every day. I covet their energy, sense of playfulness and innocence. And while their unending antics remind me how much fun the lack of responsibility truly is, each morning I awake to a whole new pile of - well, stuff, as do you. (At this point I should remind you that if you ever wake up to a real pile of - stuff, you know who to call right?)
Some have asked why I haven’t “produced” an article in a while. My answer? I’ve been busy putting out a few fires? Endured a brief period of evacuation? Not good enough you say? Right on the tails of the first rain, my mother rode in for a 30 day visit! Now that’s a good reason for neglecting my educational duties to you the general public. I’ve been held hostage!
What did I learn this summer? It takes a whole heap of Sweet Pea’s to keep a Camp Manager comfortable. People who man the fire camps spend too much time critiquing the sanitation guys. Women don’t like portable restrooms (no matter how Sweet). Temporary help is called “temporary” for a valid reason. Fire camp food is usually very good. This year? Good, but lots of Pork. (And... I still can’t please my mother.)
Finally, something we’ve known all along. No matter how short or long the fire season, you can’t turn your back on your regular friends and customers because they will be here, long after the smoke has cleared. So, you try to please the Federal Government and you bust your buns keeping up with all the rest of your regular work. Keeping trucks running through this process is a chore in and of itself. One particularly warm spell August we lost three transmissions in one week.
This fall, we’re trying to re-locate our shoulders back down from our ears, catch up on weeks of missed sleep, and figuring out how to restore fresh white hairs to brown. Unsolicited advice for the fall of 2003? Stop and enjoy the gorgeous colors, take deep breaths, appreciate where you are and what you have in your life (and I don’t mean “stuff”) and don’t forget who to call when things go South!
On a different note, let’s talk football! We were so pleased to be able to set “Griz” colored Sweet Pea’s in the tailgate area this year. Just another way of showing support for our team and our community. If you’re a Griz fan and party in the tail gate area, maybe you could show your support by not dumping hot grease from your grill into and onto the brand new Griz portable toilets! I realize that some of the game’s have been a bit of a sleeper from the standpoint of a spectator and yet stressful. I don’t know how many more weeks we can bear to watch redundant play calling and lack of aggression leading to close, last minute victories. Seems, (even from a girly point of view) that it’s time to give one (and only one) quarterback the team and give him the opportunity to get his head into the game.
However, I have no business speaking football. I’m really only good at talking sh... shop, shop. It’s fall and amongst all of those tasks that need to be accomplished before the snow flies, don’t forget to add “pump my septic” to the list.
(Maybe Monty could spread himself around a bit more. I’ve seen him throwing himself at the student section but the rest of us could use some of those hugs too. I’ll be waiting for you in Section 123 Monty - after all, I could use a bear hug too!)
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