Tuesday, October 09, 2018

That kind of day

It was that kind of morning.

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.

Some lichens like it hot and some lichens like it cold. Out on the open platform, this one must like it hot.


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.


Then the screen changed to this.



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.

12 comments:

  1. OMG - someone was hit by a train?! I sure hope all is well. It always seems like Murphy's Law kicks in when we least expect or appreciate it, right?(lol) As always I love the reality of your pics, and as always, your wicked sense of humor is much appreciated. Hugs...RO

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    1. Yes RO, but there was nothing on the news, so I guess it wasn't a fatality. Thank you.

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  2. Best to keep well out of the way of speeding trains! Love that a train trip is such a source on pleasure for you Andrew. Pity you couldn't have got closer to the parrot mural, it looks good. You do see some peculiar things from that balcony of yours ☺ Say hi to R from me ✨

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    1. Grace, too right about speeding trains. Not seeing much of interest today on the balcony. Too windy. I will say hi to R.

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  3. Are these trains like our GO transit? Regional public transit serving the Greater Toronto area?

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    1. Jackie.....ah, regional has thrown me a bit. They are our suburban train service and serve Greater Melbourne. The longest trip would be about 80 minutes, the shortest, 30 minutes. Regional for us is large cities in the country, as opposed to our country and interstate trains.

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  4. I've been thinking lately of train rides. I'm feeling a need to see the ocean again. I'm very "blah" right now. A good breath of salty air might be just what I need to lift the spirits.

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    1. River, just wait for a nice day and do it. How about a gelato at Glenelg Beach. I remember it was quite interesting to walk the streets there and look at houses and apartments, and nice and flat.

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  5. We raced to Concord today to get our new eye glasses. I must say, it sure is pretty up here right now. In the middle of Indian Summer.
    Your dinner sounds much better than ours. Leftover chicken with gravy over mashed potatoes and peas. Trust me. It wasn't that good!

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    1. Yes, seems unseasonably warm for Autumn. Maybe I've said that already somewhere. Leftovers is good. I doubt you throw much out.

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  6. We have a lot of train fatalities here. People sometimes use the trains to kill themselves. Once it was someone in a wheelchair. Must be hard on the engineers.

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    1. Strayer, it is a terrible thing for the train drivers. Some cope, some don't.

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