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County girl in the City

County girl in the City

Okay, I’ll admit it, I’m a country girl born & bred. Where I live in east Tennessee, our city life isn’t exactly “big city”, but there are so many differences in county (country) life & city life. Although, I’d listed #102 on my bucket list, I never really thought I’d accomplich it. Yet, here I found myself living away from the swamp. #102 was: move away from the swamp.

Living in the county, I wouldn’t be woken up after midnight to the sound of sirens nightly. Actually, I very rarely ever heard sirens in the suburbs. Tonight though, I am awake listening to the sounds of sirens. A neighboring home or apartment has had an emergency again after midnight…again. I pray for the people, hoping all will be well…again.

This episode does make me draw a few comparisons. In the city, we are no more than 5 minutes from many national retail stores, businesses, local rescue services, and big name eateries. In the county, we have these things as well, but they are mostly mom & pop owned & operated eateries or fast food, and the emergency services are located in the city about 20-30 minutes away. So, everyone knows if you need serious help quick, Joe Bob can drive like Earnhart…call him instead! Why else do you think NASCAR is so popular in the south? To get to the hospitals we drive 100 MPH around the base of a mountain, making only left hand turns 😉

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There are several luxuries to city life though. Instead of loading the car with trash once a week and driving it off to the local dump, we get to carry our trash to the curb! How cool is that?? In the county, if we put our trash outside on the curb, 20 wild dogs would rip into the bags, no one would pick it up, & the neighbors would call the beautification board on us!

In the city the parks are small, quaint, clean and hidden. In the county, the parks are littered with trash, large, and right off a main
road.

In the county, everyone has a septic tank & neighbors pull up a chair to watch someone dig up their yard to have it pumped when the toilet stops flushing. It’s neighborhood entertainment & occassionally, someone pitches in a helping hand to dig. In the city, toilets flush with no issue!! Everyone has sewer. It’s a fascinating thing that uses gravity and suction to grab ones mounds of toilet paper and shoot it into the underground abyss of the unknown!

Then there are garbage disposals. In the city, there’s no dog in the back yard to eat dinner scraps. (Dogs are like people, they live inside.) After dinner, the scraps are raked from plates into the sink. A langollier type monster that lives in the drain pipe chews all the left over stuff and burps when it’s done! If we had garbage disposals in the country, could you imagine all the starving K9s?

Another difference is the yard. A yard in the country can take anywhere between an hour & all day to mow. Country yards are much larger & hilly. One can easily entertain the neighborhood by attempting to push mow the side of a mountain sideways or by dangling vicariously from a riding mower while holding on for dear life shouting “I Will Win!”. In the city, the yards are so small & level they can be easily trimmed by using an electrical appliance in as little as 5-25 minutes! Where’s the entertainment in that?

There are many more differences, but I’ll have to tell y’all bout ’em later. The sirens have stopped now & I may be able to go back to sleep.

Night 🙂

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Neighboring Conversations

Yesterday while working in the Oasis I was approached by 2 neighbors, but at separate times. I had been mowing the lawn for about 90 minutes and needed a little break. (I refuse to use a riding mower, it’s only an acre.) One of my very sweet neighbors yelled a friendly “Hey” and walked to the end of his fence.

Say, what in the world are you doin’ to your house, if ya don’t think me nosey?

Smiling, I said “Repairs.”

Well, my wife wanted to know. She done told me that you’d been swindled time or two on your roof & I oughta ask ya. Now she’ain’t nosey or nothing like at. But she says to me yesterdee that she’s mighty concerned and all, ’cause they’s been guys over here work’n and she done said you’s out here work’n like a man. (He let out a small chuckle.) My wife, she said you’s over here lifting really heavy stuff, dragging big ‘ole boards around, grunting & sweating and that you ain’t afraid O’ work.

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After my head stopped spinning, I answered, “Yes sir. I want my home completed so I do what I can to help when I can. But,…”

Quickly, he interrupted,

Yep, that’s what my wife told me and she’s not nosey or anything. Not to get in your business, but why are you doing all this?

“Well sir”, I answered, “this is my home & I couldn’t just walk away from it. I…”
A burst of laughter shocked me & I didn’t finish my thought.

Well, I just pittle round here and there some and keep myself busy during da day, so I ain’t seen you a work’n like she says. But I figured something must be going on since she done said all that and all. You know. Well, I guess I’ll letcha get back ta what choo’sa doing.

And with that he waved a howdy-do and off he went.

I started the mower up and mowed another 15 minutes or so. From the corner of my eye I noticed a figure approaching me. I saw another neighbor coming toward me. From the distance I heard,

Hey! Are you mowing?

He was much closer now, so I didn’t have to yell to answer him. I looked down at my green grass stained hands, legs, and clothes. I was covered in grass and drenched in sweat.

A thought occurred to me: Never assume the obvious is obvious to everyone.

Obviously Mowing

Obviously Mowing

I answered, “Yes. I kind of am mowing. What could I help you with?”

He was standing beside me now, looking down at his shoes, hands in his pockets, and appeared confused.

Okay, I was just checking.

He walked away, back to his yard.

I love my Oasis & my neighbors 🙂

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