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That shopping cart is calling to you now…it wants you to take it home and refurbish it 🙂

🎶Take me home
I’m a shopping cart
To a place I belong
Outside Walmart …🎶

Stoaty—can you listen to Tennessee radio stations that have online links? Just a little bit now and then to comfort your soul and refresh your “Tennessee.”

If you can’t resist, Mme. Ermine, you may as well rescue the thing, fix it up a bit, and install it as an original Work of Art!

This silly idea, plus thinking of Britishisms and our common language separator, reminded me of some songs I remember well from many, many years ago. More than fifty years, ECKchelly. I suspect Uncle B. might recognize my suggestion that you clean up the shopping cart, give it a bit of polish, and paint it to match that ordinary Northumbrian spokeshaver′s coracle you painted in contrasting stripes of Telephone Black and White-White, and have hanging up in the hall as a guitar-tidy for parties. They would go SO well together!

In case my reference is so old you don’t want to admit recognizing it, it’s from Michael Flanders & Donald Swann’s song Design For Living on their “At the Drop of a Hat” album (c. 1960).

I’ll admit rubbish is a superior term in all instances except with a warm temperature adjective.

Hot garbage stands atop the heap.

I still unconciously use Brit phrases and words. I made that same promise about not losing my Yank phraseology when I moved to the UK. Think it took something like 6 months before I found myself saying cheers, mate and the ubiquitous “Oi!”… Left Suffolk over 30 years ago and it’s still “Cheers, mate! Ta very much…”

Let me know when you use ‘crisps’ the first time.
I pick up words when I move somewhere.
I picked up y’all in VA instead of the ‘you guys’ I grew up with.
I also said I’m fixin’ to (do something) once.
Once. I stopped talking, said, “I never say that.” and changed it to “I’m going to (do something).

All of this is so much rubbish. I am the child of an American serviceman, born in Germany, raised in the US and overseas. My parents were from the Pittsburgh area but I spent most of my childhood in the US in the south and Texas.
I call trash rubbish. My house has a Porte cochere in front of my garage…the rest of the south refers to this as a carport. My house has what in the northeast is called a stoop. It’s an inverted porch in the south. My house has a proper foyer …also called an entry room in the south.

I use words/phrases that are common in the areas I grew up in. Just today I had the lawyer we were meeting up with say “ I almost need a translator for you.”

The hubby said “ I speak fluent military brat so I can translate.”

I use Y’all now because, Texas….and “you guys” is hardly appropriate for female listeners when you DO mean them too.

As I discovered some 45 years ago when addressing my mixed gender co-workers asking “where do you guys want to go to lunch” to be beaten verbally into a pulp for “excluding” the fair sex from the lunch invite.

Plus frankly I don’t much care for Boston, I was a fish out of water till I landed in Texas, (however Texas may feel about me being here).

I’ve lived in the south for many years. I try not to use expressions such as y’all since they became a thing on line.

By “the south” I mean Texas (which I still claim as home though I lived there only a few years), Georgia, Virginia, North Carolina, South Jersey, South Vietnam, southern Japan, etc. Even southern Labrador if you can consider Goose Bay as in the southern half.

Oh, and when I lived in South Jersey, garbage was food waste collected and fed to pigs. Trash was the other stuff. Rubbish was a reference to silliness.

I do sometimes listen to Nashville radio Deborah. My absolute favorite, though, is a country station from Rhode Island – 98.6 Cat Country WCTK. I get my country fix *and* my New England fix.

My mother was from Texas. She never shut up about it. We went to visit her home town when I was about seven. I thought it was a hot dusty shithole. Sorry Texans.

Not all of it sweeze…
North East Texas(Texarkana way) is, terrain wise and vegetation cover wise, a lot like the country side north of Boston from there till you get up towards Portland Maine and up the coast a ways.
Funny no Union soldier monuments at the greens in every little one stop sign town though…I wonder why…eh.

No Maple trees of course, and the pines are different too.
But tree cover and such.

Did you ever go a-mudlarking?