Friday, September 29, 2017

Flood Friday

I thought I had finished with Flood Friday, but I came across this at the bottom of my list of unpublished posts. It is a combination of posts written in perhaps 2015. Make of it what you will. I am now down to under 8 unpublished posts, and a couple will never be published. 

I am up to 39 draft posts. Most of them haven't been posted for good reasons. Today, this Friday, I flood you with unfinished posts. But wait, Flood Friday makes it forty unfinished posts. Ten posts will knock me back to 30 unfinished posts, almost imaginable. Nothing written for tomorrow, so take your time.


It seems crossing here, from one tram platform to the one on the other side of the road is a serious offence. At times I do see people dodging around trams as they cross the road from one platform stop to another. I don't do that. I cross between platforms when there are no trams around. I've not heard of anyone being killed by a tram when they have been crossing platforms, even when trams are around. I've not even heard of a bump. Nevertheless, dodging around trams in town is not a great idea.

Our government clearly thinks so, as you can be fined for such behaviour. How much do you reckon?

There are fee unit fines, of $13.60 per unit and penalty units of $157.67. I understand it is penalty units that are applied to your crime of crossing the street from one tram platform to another. The penalty for your horrendous crime is 20 penalty units. Doing the arithmetic in my head by using my calculator, that comes to a penalty of $3,154 for your horrendous crime. If you are prosecuted, I suggest you take the matter to court where any magistrate should quickly throw it out of court. Charge dismissed.

Someone once said, 'the law is an ass', and so often it is true.


Without any effort I am subconsciously a tolerant person of difference. Consciously I am quite critical. Darls, is tight jeans really the best choice for you? Dude, you can sag your shorts to a certain point for fashion, but don't go to the extreme and look ridiculous.

On the one hand in Australia we have women and men who expose their bodies to the extreme in public. On the other hand we have very religious people who minimally expose their bodies. Some people wear odd clothing and none more than your typical Moslem woman in black garb or the Anglo Saxon druggie in a hideous nylon track suit. Both offend me greatly, but that is just my opinion about how people dress.

Where it all goes wrong is with Moslem women who cover their face, dressed in black and who can be seen on the streets with their husbands who are wearing modern Australian fashion.

In Malaysia we were creeped out by all the floating Darth Vadas, fully covered women in our hotel and watching them eating without exposing their face. How ridiculous. 

For a long time I have been interested in Moslem women who cover their faces and finally, in spite of my prejudices , I have come to some conclusions.

Moslem women who cover their faces are either doing it as a defiant objection against western society, have been conditioned to it by family and male patriarchy or are absurdly thinking of covering their faces gives them power.


Day after day R moans about what to cook for dinner. Many of you have give me wise advice about menu planning for a week but I think R likes to moan about what to cook for dinner.

Luxury, I have three days off work and I have completed the Merri Creek walk. I have only posted two of four so far. R picked up Dog Jack after taking Mother out on Thursday. Dog Jack's Mum's uncle has died in Tassie and so she is going to funeral. Dog Jack will return back home Sunday, but return to the Highrise when his Mum goes on a brief holiday next week.

As I was saying, I feel sorry for R having to produce a meal each night. He is a great cook, but it must be so tedious for him so while I have three days off, we have a barbecue to attend on Sunday. That means no meal out on Saturday night. When R suggested we might eat out on Friday night, I jumped at it. We tossed around various places without a conclusion.

He came up with an idea while I had been tossing around 'nice' places. La Porchetta  in South Yarra it is. I had walked heaps of kilometres today, so we took the car. We sat outside and while it was cloudy when we left home, the setting sun got into R's eyes. So deja vue, as he remembered the same thing from a time past.


Humans are animals, albeit of a quite sophisticated variety. Read no further if you don't believe this.

We still have the base instincts of earlier times, food, comfort, reproducing, protecting our offspring, battling for our territory and survival.

Humans now do such strange things, so alien to historic times. We drink when we are not thirsty. We exercise for the sake of our health and longevity (well, some of us do). We have high energy food available to us 24/7 that our ancestors could only dream about, if they knew about high energy food. They just ate to survive, whatever they could get. Amazingly in spite of the huge amount of food that goes to waste to our world, still people starve to death.


I heard Victoria's state planning minister on the radio saying in defence of inappropriate increasing apartment development in Melbourne's inner suburbs, Melbourne has to accommodate an extra 'insert figure' over the next 'insert figure' number of years. Who said we do? Victoria can put in disincentives to limit population growth. Ultimately population growth is a decision of our federal government, but where growth happens is very much in control of the states. Is Adelaide growing much? Encourage people to settle there. Tasmania is surely underpopulated and it has such an agreeable cool climate, not so different to Melbourne's.

While our 2.1 children per Anglo Saxon Australian couples will not sustain our population, with so many Asian and Indian immigrants now here, there will be no fear of decreasing population in Australia without any further immigration. They seem to aim for 4 to 5 children to make up their family.

Our population is growing exponentially and it is spoiling our lifestyles. It is a misery to get out and about now. Our roads are choked with traffic, our trams and trains are packed to capacity.


On our farm where I grew up we had a huge cypress tree. Our father built a cubby house in the tree for us. Me being the domestic goddess, furnished and decorated the cubby. I can only remember the old lino I put on the floor and maybe a cupboard and small table and chairs. None of that girlie stuff of tea sets and a protruding little finger.

The cypress was a terrific tree for climbing, although it could inflict scratches. One day, home alone, I climbed up the tree as far as I could. I was on a branch swaying severely in the breeze but I felt safe. I surveyed our farm in the foothills of Mount Baw Baw, the nearby mountain ranges, and I had a moment of..........I am not sure what. I may have been eight years old, perhaps nine or even ten, but I felt I had some sort of understanding and some maturity. The world appeared to be good and I would survive whatever was thrown at me in life because I am part of a world that looks quite beautiful from my top of the tree vantage point.

Apart from my job, that I now hate but I did not always and has at least provided an adequate income, I am quite satisfied with my life and even with the mistakes I have made, none of which have been too serious.


Was it Victor who said he was not welcome to be near his parents bedroom on Saturday afternoons?

The eighty year old father of a former acquaintance died and his 70 plus year old mother told him more than he really wanted know just after his father died. Paraphrasing she said, I gave him sex nearly every day of my life and you know son, I rather miss it.

Quell horreur. Older people having sex. Block your ears.


One has often viewed the humungous pan of cooking paella at South Melbourne Market. One thinks one may like to get stuck into a plate of paella, but as Alf Garnett said, it is foreign muck. Portarlington mussels are the essential ingredient for paella in Victoria.

Accompanied by Sister, we once bought a kilo for $5 at the Portarlington  Pier. They sell for about $6 at markets, but the pier kilo was of a very generous size, over 1.5 kg.


Is what I do a bit weird?

I associate things.

Whenever I hear the World Health Organisation mentioned, I say silently to myself, who? WHO. Get it?

When Scott moved from Australia to Liverpool, where he no longer lives, I remembered the song Ferry 'Cross the Mersey from my childhood. Was it a Beatles song? I was not a fan of The Beatles. I can't remember any more lines to the song, but whenever I see the Spirit of Tasmania arrive or depart from Melbourne, I sing the sole line I recall silently, that is the title of the song.

When we were last in London, Maybe its because I'm a Londoner, kept coming into my head.

When we are New York next year, which song will dominate? New York, New York? Or An Englishman in New York? Neither probably. I will too busy with maps and I am not English.

I hear church bells and I think from the movie the line, "The bells Quasidmodo, the bells".


  1. Some intriguing little snippets here. Thank you. I am remembering the ancient oak I climbed as a child. No treehouse, but I felt safe and secure in its branches and often too a book up with me. And fruit purloined from neigbours bounty.

    1. EC, it does not surprise me that you took a book up the tree. I didn't on that occasion, but I was often found with my nose buried in a book.

  2. The hijab/headscarf only covers the hair and neck and is fine. But the burka is hideous - it covers up the face and body entirely. Women go blind from looking through a tiny slit of light over the eyes.

    I object to the burka because men control women's lives and ruin their health. But let me mention another thing I accidentally discovered in Melbourne. A bike rider with his head 100% covered in a round helmet gave me a parking ticket. Not being able to see even his eyes, I was terrified.

    1. Hels, perhaps I was a bit ignorant when I wrote that. I meant whatever covers the face. To communicate you have to see eyes and a mouth. If you commit a heinous crime, such as you did, you have a right to see the person who is charging you.

  3. re No 6. My mother was a great tree climber, even into her later years I'd find her 'eyeing-up' a tree, then she'd be up at the top in a flash. She would then stay there for quite a while whilst I was only half way up.

    1. Cro, the idea of mothers climbing trees is a bit weird to me. Assuming she wore a dress, I am sure there was a flash.

  4. "Ferry Cross the Mersey" was by Gerry and the Pacemakers.
    The Beatles! I'm surprised Cro didn't pick you up on that one.

    1. Thanks Rozzie. Flea in your ear today?

  5. You want people to come and settle in Adelaide? Go straight to your bathroom and wash your mouth out. We like our little backwater and don't need more people, at least until the water pipes system is properly fixed and various other infrastructures are built.
    Paella may be foreign, but it isn't muck, have you ever tried it?
    Ferry Cross the Mersey was sung by Gerry and the Pacemakers.
    I think the Muslim women have been conditioned to wearing the face covering, I believe they start at a quite young age. I'm curious how they manage to eat though and whether or not the inside of the face covering gets messy from the eating or perhaps from sneezes or coughs.
    I'm a tree climber from way back too. Like you I would climb high, cling on (Klingon ha ha)and get buffeted about by the wind.

  6. A long long post and I'm tired.

    1. Diane, I hope you had a good sleep.

  7. Phew! That was almost a two cup of tea'er 😀

    1. Grace, there is really nothing new there. Just a skim read, hey.

  8. Oh my gosh, these cover many topics. Yes we are animals. When I see folks gathered around a turkey corpse for Thanksgiving here, all I see is wolves with bloody fangs, ready to tear in. as for the overpopulation problem here where I live it has become extreme, with people coming from all over the country. Why, I don't know. They are ruining this area and Oregon, much like a breeding colony of cats, until they are all fixed.

    1. Strayer, isn't it a shame you can't dictator like round up people for sterilisation.

  9. I'm so sick of the apartment going up around here. You can't drive anywhere on Saturdays, it's a complete nightmare!

    1. Fen, I think I did warn you about the big black SUVs when you moved there. A friend bought a three bedroom apartment in Osborne Street in the mid nineties. He could not cope with the blonde middleclass 4WD drivers. He quickly moved away and I think his daughter lives there now. There are benefits too by living in such a nice area.