Scallywag

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.

~ Jane Austen (1775 - 1817), Emma ~

Happy Cabbage

September 25th, 2011 ~ Est. reading time: 2 mins, 7 secs

Happy cabbage, not garbage!

When was the last time you reminisced about the happy enchantments of cabbage? Never? In that case let me tell you a story…

Over the years we have had quite an assortment of overseas students staying with us; bringing many happy memories. The concept was for our kids to discover world cultures without having to travel.

Michelle, our last student, stayed with us for a year and settled into Feeger family life brilliantly. Coming from Germany (from the Pfalz region), we expected Michelle might have a bit of trouble with English. But like our previous student, Astrid, from Denmark, Michelle’s English outclassed many Australians!

“Okay, so what has this got to do with the price of fish,” I hear you ask. Well, one time we were eating dinner together and after a pause, Michelle said in a happy voice, “This is great garbage.”

Ruth and I thought about this for a while without saying a word. Then it dawned on me what she meant was “cabbage” but got the word mixed up. With a happy glint in her eye, she looked up and said, “I didn’t say that right, did I?”

To this day we like to remark on how nice the garbage is. But now it’s getting hybridized with other Feeger family terms. Rubbish day is what we call the day the council collects the garbage. But now it has become cabbage day. Confused? Don’t be. I’m happy as a clam thinking about it.

Anyway, we happen to have lots of terms for things that seem a bit obscure (or in teenspeak: random) but they make sense to us. No doubt you have your own too (well I hope you do). Having your own lingo is part of the fun of living a happy life.

Scally’s outdoor cat run is called the tunnel of love, and when he’s happy to come indoors, he queues up in the rank to then get birthedahem. Well it makes sense to us!

Ruth uncharitably calls the old Toyota Camry the mobile compost heap. The family records drawer is baptized the bottomless pit. Ben’s room is the tip site. The lazy-susan is known as the extremely lazy susan and, well, you get the picture.

Why do such inane things? Because they’re playfully good fun. You can have a lot of happiness doing silly little things together.

That’s why our other cats Earwig and Honey-Beast gather other titles too. Earwig becomes Earvig, Beerwig, and Frau Viggenschtein. Whilst happy Honey-Beast becomes  Honey, ‘Unny Beast (for our French friends), the Ruben’s Cat, HB Pencil, or simply HB.

Is it childish nonsense to make up funny names for all things familiar? Definitely. But it’s comforting to put your mark on what you have in common and share that happy togetherness with a smile. If the simple stuff is enough to make you happy, congratulations. You are likely to be happy a lot. And that, as they say in the Feeger family classics, is no cabbage.

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