I thought I had finished with Flood Friday, but I came across this at the bottom of my list of unpublished posts.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 I am now down to under 8 unpublished posts, and a couple will never be published.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
Our government clearly thinks so, as you can be fined for such behaviour. How much do you reckon?
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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.
still have the base instincts of earlier times, food, comfort,
reproducing, protecting our offspring, battling for our territory and
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.
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.
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
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?
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.
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?
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.
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".