I printed out a colour document and the colour was wrong, indicating the ink had run out. Load in the new cartridges, print a head alignment sheet, click print again to print the document. No, no paper left. Open filing cabinet drawer for new paper, and there is none loose, so I had open a new ream of paper.
So many bits and pieces done, including washing and drying my sheets and attending to matters for our forthcoming holiday.
It was that kind of afternoon.
I decided a train trip would restore my sense of serenity. My intention was to travel to the new suburban extension station called Mernda, about an hour away. The Epping line became the South Morang line and is now the Mernda line. Crazy! Two stations have also been added between South Morang and Mernda, named Middle Gorge* and Hawkstowe. Light rain was falling and each time the train started off from the station it would kangaroo hop as the wheels lost traction.........ah, that isn't go to work for an international audience. Rephrased, like a learner driver sometimes starts off in a manual gear change car.
As the train departed Ruthven Station (no, as I learnt from the train announcement, it is not the name Ruth pronunciation) , an announcement was made that because the train in front had hit a person, this train would terminate at Keon Park, (where there is a turnback facility), and return to the city. I was so close but so far. Now I am going to have to take the trip again to complete my all Melbourne suburban rail journeys. I left the train to stretch my legs knowing it would take time for the driver to change ends and it did take some time. People seemed to know the score for bustitution for trains, and huddled out of the light rain under a nearby shelter. I checked a phone app and the next train towards the city was at 1:43, which may well have been the train that hit the person and I guessed this train I was on would become the 1:43, correctly as it turned out. But it left five minutes late. Spitting and hissing steam with brightly glowing cinders flying past the windows, the train flew back into the city. Ok, it was an electric train, but it did go very fast at one point and passengers were nearly launched off their seats on a rough bit of track. Great fun. I had a mosey around City Basement Books and then went home. So many books. Gee people write a lot.
* I believe the name is something to do with Harry Potter, and if there is a gorge nearby, I can't see one on a map. Probably refers to a gorge related to the Plenty River.
There wasn't really much of interest to me to photograph and I had forgotten my camera, but nowadays the phone camera is mostly as good, and in low light, better.
Dreary and boring Keon Park Station, waiting for the train to depart.
Parrots of sorts have been very topical this week among mural snappers, eh Grace and Sami. Not good enough for a Monday Mural post.
Construction of these government owned high rise residential flats in Richmond followed the slum clearance programme of the 1950s and 60s.
You don't really see ads for overseas tourism for and in your own country unless you travel overseas. This one caught my eye.
Just finished dinner, a jar stir fry sweet and sour. Very nice. Thanks R. I stepped out onto the balcony to see a young chap running after a sulphur crested cockatoo that was running along the gutter at the edge of the road. He put it back onto his shoulder and continued to walk along. This should be tomorrow's post, but for some reason I am publishing it early.