Tuesday, February 20, 2018

A Snow Slamming

I've seen people splashed by water where it has dammed up on tram tracks. I once received a good splashing by a passing car just down below The Highrise. Fortunately in Australia we don't really have snow in the areas where the vast population lives.

This looks quite nasty, in Rhinecliff, New York State.

Monday, February 19, 2018

A New Toy for Highriser

I am more annoyed with myself than anyone or anything. Something new is coming in the post. I ordered it about a week ago and it has an Australia Post tracking number. Unlike other couriers, Aus Post don't leave parcels in the mail room. If we are not home, it goes to the post office across the road, or on one recent stressful occasion, to the post office down the road.

Had I just been waiting for the delivery, I would have been more patient. At 6.30am today it was well and truly within Aus Post's system. By 9am I received notification that it was on its way with a delivery for today. Attempted delivery at 11:18am. We arrived home at 11.50am. There wasn't a card in the letter box for collection late at the post office across the road, but the way things now work, I think the card comes in the mail the next day. Tracking had reverted to delivery next day, not today.

We both worked out that the parcel should be there. I went to the Post Office, not there. The Post Office is a curious beast. It was once run by a father and son and was in Domain Road, but that closed and the same father and son opened the post office in a new building across the road. The father disappeared from the post office after a bit, but the son remained. He then seems to have sold the business to a new chap. The new chap suggested perhaps the parcel had been left at another St Kilda Road post office, so I hopped on the tram to the post office further down the road. No, not there. The experienced post office worker looked up, drilling down deeper into Aus Post's internet system than I could. It is at the post office across the road from you, he declared. Maybe they haven't fully unpacked their deliveries for the day.

I went back to the post office across the road. The new owner searched high and low, but no parcel for me. He looked on the internet and he seemed unable to bring up the site the professional post office worker could, which clearly said the parcel was at the post office across the road. To be fair, the chap across the road did all he could, including printing out what I can see on my desktop and phone. The chap across the road then asked me if I saw what the delivery person was wearing, to determine if Aus Post worker or a contractor. Apparently, from what he said, one takes the parcel back to the depot and the other leaves it at the post office for collection. Have you picked up what I just said? Did I see the delivery person? I mostly likely did not as I was not home to accept delivery, so how would have seen him? Yes, always a him, never a her.

I wish I had never bothered with the unreliable Aus Post tracking and just waited for the card in the letter box. Australia Post is now officially rubbish, which I expect is what our current conservative government wants. We will find private courier companies do things so much more efficiently than the emasculated Australia Post. We won't march on the streets to save Australia Post from privatisation, because we now hate it. You must admit, it is a pretty good tactic by our government. It was used back in the 1950s and 1960s as electric tram systems the world over were run into the ground by lack of money and the slack taken by wonderful shiny new buses, which in time proved to be a failure and now cities are going back to street rail transport.

I could say I am fucking well furious at such incompetence, but as I don't generally swear, I will just say I am very cross with Australia Post.

Emulsified high fat offal tube, chips and eggs on the side

Doesn't chlorinated chicken and hormone reared beef sound delightful? We probably eat both in Australia. I don't know about chlorinated chicken, but our livestock are given hormones. I won't go down the road of the joke about hormones. 'Tis enough to write whore moans. (Note to self, add sexism label so at least people who are offended understand the irony, or maybe just poor humour)

From The Guardian.

According to a document outlining the project, mistakenly published online by the IFT, the groups will “hash out an ‘ideal’ US-UK free trade agreement (FTA)” that includes Britain recognising US standards which are widely seen as weaker than those adopted by the EU. Such a move would allow imports of chlorinated chicken and hormone-reared beef to be sold in the UK for the first time.

It also advocates tearing up the EU’s “precautionary principle”, under which traders have to prove something is safe before it is sold, rather than waiting for it to be proved unsafe.

Yes, the British do complain about European standards being forced on them by the European Union, but Britain needs to be very careful about what it wishes for.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Sunday Selections - The goings on down below

Settle down. I mean below The Highrise. Joining in with River for Sunday Selections.

Not too long after we moved here, roads flooded. I remember seeing Melbourne Grammar boys wading and skylarking through the water.

Many years on, last year the same area flooded. I think the drainage has now been properly fixed. Time will tell.

It is reassuring to have the army protecting us and the synagogue, but truth be told, they were on their way to an Australia Day event and felt a hunger for McDonalds.

Cars blocking route 58 trams from turning into Toorak Road is an ongoing problem, or route 50late as I have heard, is an ongoing problem. There is often much furious gonging of the tram bell at such stupid people.

No, the traffic light post did not need holding up. It was the lad who needed holding up. He was very drunk and staggering around.

This one took the cake. The two car lanes to the left go in one direction. Somehow this idiot ended up in the middle of the tram lines in the wrong direction. A tram turned the corner and the van reversed back to let the tram pass and then made a U turn and went off in the correct direction for the road. How the van go there cannot be imagined.

The green domes of Prahran Central feature, formerly known as Moore's Corner Store and Charles Read's Emporium. My maternal great grandparents used to visit the store in the 1920s and 1930s. She in a pony trap with some of her thirteen children on board. He on his own in his motor car. Did they meet up and lunch? I don't know.

We have lift off.

Crepe Myrtles at The Royce. I am not fond of the bright pink variety, but I love the white ones. 

Taxi grief. Evidence of an terrible crash. Ok, I am being melodramatic. Maybe the bumper bar just fell off.

I heard a crunching of gears and a loud noise. I spun around to see a very old car crossing the intersection. R told me I just missed a show. She tried to climb over the fence at the tram stop and fell and the contents of her bag spilled all over the ground. She was so out of it and you may not be able to see it in the photo, but she had a lot of flesh showing. We waited for seven minutes for the tram and she spent the whole time trying to sort out her bag and its spilled contents. I've seen two other people jump this fence, one a bloke who did it successfully, the other, a young lass but not drugged or drunk, and the same thing happened to her, she crashed to the ground and spilled the contents of her bag. I'm not one for jumping the fence.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

La Boheme

I am such an Aussie bloke at times. I say this with no pride. R tells me he mentioned this to me three times and I did not pick up on it. Eventually after he said he refused to tell me again I did some research, and came up with the wrong thing, except he did not know that. He wanted to see La Boheme as an open air performance on the shores of Farm Cove in Sydney. This is surely the location where his English sister was married with the backdrop of the Opera House and Harbour Bridge when we were the wedding planners, ever so many years ago.

Wouldn't it have been so nice that on R's birthday in March, I could have presented him with the ticket for an April performance when I am on holidays and say, guess what? We are going to La Boheme in Sydney. Instead he did the booking of the performance, the flights and the single night of accommodation and I said, I will pay for your ticket for you birthday. I am just so also ran and pathetic. That is me.

I think I have been to an opera, perhaps Madame Butterfly, and it made me cry. It was many years ago and I can't really remember. Anyway, our friend in Sydney Victor is joining us to see La Boheme, so what fun! I've no idea what the opera is about and like I now never look at movie trailers, I am not looking up the opera La Boheme. It will be a surprise.

So yes, R booked our air fares and one night of accommodation, along with the tickets for the performance.

I do my share. I have booked us and our Hair Dresser Friend flights to Launceston to see our Dyke Friend, and dog Jack later in April. The day after we return it is HDF's birthday, so we will celebrate her birthday at Mudhole, or is that Mudcrab in Launceston. Mud something. We will stay with our friend for two nights. Originally it was going to be two weeks of touring Tasmania, but medical appointments and family birthdays mean we really have to be home and only go for the weekend.

Oh well, a little taste of Tassie is good, and surely will tempt us back for a longer visit. We loved our visit over a decade ago.

Wardrobe clean up #27, I came across this plastic bag from the last time we were Launceston. Prices were chicken feed. We were very amused at the time.