Someone at work wished me Happy Holidays. I am outraged. I celebrate Easter as part of Australian and my family culture. I am not a believer in any religion, as I am sure you have worked out. Nevertheless, saying Happy Easter or Merry Christmas bothers me not the least. It is a lovely thing to hear. Happy Holidays is not so lovely to hear when I am mostly working over Easter. The well wish came from a Jewish person. Perhaps it is a case of treat others are you would like to be treated, so I will wish him Happy Holidays and not Happy Passover. I suppose some people take all this seriously, but I am afraid I do not.
I feel like writing. Let me tell you about yesterday. R suggest we go to the movies the night before. I wasn't keen and had firmed my resolve by the morning. We wanted a couple of hardware items, so I suggested we go to the big green shed in Port Melbourne and then Sputino Cafe at Station Pier for some lunch.
On the list was methylated spirits that for some reason every supermarket we go to had run out of. Some hard rubber that could be cut down to glue to the leg of the balcony table to stop it rocking. And possibly a new shower head for R's bathroom. The car was low on petrol and thinking the price would go up over Easter, best to buy some now.
We did get the hard rubber, in a metal door stop with a rubber tip. The shower head was problematic. Unbelievably we forgot the metho.
We had at nice lunch at Station Pier. On a nice day, it always a pleasant place to dine. We watched kiddies playing in the cafe cubby house, the trams come and go, and people wandering around. Looming above us was the Spirit of Tasmania, resting before reloading to make its overnight trip to Tasmania.
R, I saw Trade Link on the way here. We went there after lunch, but unless you want to pay a couple of hundred dollars for a shower head, forget it. I wasn't game to ask in the tradie area if they had metho. On to Reeces Kitchen and Bathroom. Same thing, very expensive. I realised we were close to Woolworths supermarket in South Melbourne. R, go to the supermarket and see if it has metho. He walked off while I left the Reece car park to park at Woolworths car park. Around I went, no parking. Down I went, no parking. I will call R and tell him to meet me outside in the street but in the meantime I need to have my parking ticket dealt with at a machine. Can't call R. No phone signal underground. Have I ever mentioned how I hate this sort of thing? Like driving around looking for a car space, especially if it is in a large shopping centre. I could feel my blood pressure rising and some sweating. Lordy, we could have caught the tram to Prahran and gotten everything there in local shops for local people.
Miraculously, as I validated my parking ticket, R walked out the door to the carpark, with the metho. Enough! I am out of here. I vant to be home and then I totally forgot about getting petrol.
We had plans for Good Friday, a train trip to Stony Point for a picnic with a couple of friends. Alas, the line has been shut down for safety reasons. Thanks Metro Trains.Your maintenance is so bad that a train line has to be shut down?
Well, I suppose it all wasn't too bad. Happy Easter to you.