Much ado about Poop! I’m surrounded by poop and issues dealing with poop! Choosing a title and area to file this blog post under proved a challenge as many apply! Should I call this post “Clean as a Whistle”? Well, that wouldn’t work at the moment because 95% of my windows have poop on them (see Exaltation of Larks to discover the reason).
(Side note: The above photo was taken from inside our kitchen window looking out into our backyard. Poop everywhere!)
From a clutter and storage viewpoint, “Clean as a Whistle” is still inappropriate because my garage now has 2 cartons (not bags, boxes or packages, but cartons!) of adult pull-ups, 9 cartons of adult hygiene pads, and 6 cartons of “family” wipes. You get the picture – I’ve become the “big box” outlet for my elderly loved ones, now living in assisted living with storage issues, but always with “emergency” needs (there are 3 of them – elderly adults – under my watchful care). But, maybe “Katy, Bar the Door” is the more proper title because of the “emergency needs” aspects of this situation (and I will not elaborate further on this because it is TMI – I’m sure!).
Also, “Freefall” was a consideration as a subject matter title. Not only have the swallows pooped all over my windows, they’ve left their mark on plants, outdoor furniture, our driveway, walkways, handrails, outdoor decor. No place is untouched! Kinda hard to throw a spring/summer party without some serious clean-up first! But, then the clean-up is only temporary until the next dive-bomb attack (hey, “Man the Torpedoes” sounds like a good title!). And, I thought “Featuring the Nest” might work because, after all, that’s what they’re doing and about 15% of the droppings are mud.
“A Fly in the Ointment” could have worked, too, since some of my issues with poop have to do with Eldercare. And, if I asked Tiffany, she’d probably think it should be titled “Apple of My Eye” because her youngest is still learning the ropes and baby diapers, wipes and frequent trips to the bathroom fill her life (and sometimes our pool – “oops, Princess Sweetie Pie did a poop in the pool” snarks Princess P)! Or, Tiffany might suggest “Raining Cats and Dogs” because with 3 pets in her life (and one in mine), poop pickup-yard-duty falls to either her or her husband (the girls are still too young to take on regular chores, much less “poop patrol”, although they always want to help Mommy with “fun” stuff, like cooking). Plus, we each have a cat box that requires regular attention.
Life is full – of poop! (That could be a metaphor for the last 5 years, but I digress!)
In the end, “Poop” has won out. It goes without saying…
Here’s the evidence!
Adult incontinent supplies stack high in my garage.
Swallow poop droppings on our concrete walkway, in our gravel, on our outdoor window ledges, outside our garage, on plants under the swallows’ condos, on the patio, on the outdoor furniture, on handrails, at our back door. Poop at every door!
A close-up of a culprit’s home under our front door. Condo living at its finest!
Poop on every window. But wait; there’s more…
A magnificent swallow in-flight taken from my home office window!
Don’t miss the show! I’ve added another swallow video to share in YouTube plus, if you missed the first one included in Exultation of Larks, this link will take you to both!
Tootles,
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I love how you connected the adult diapers and Tiff’s princesses to the swallow poop! Cute, funny story. I’m sure you can’t wait for them to leave so you can have your beautiful patio back. My oldest could have added another aspect to the story with her son’s issues with his intestinal track.
Thanks, Dawn. Our “womanly duties” are never done!