Saturday, January 22, 2022

Antique Restoration

Thirty years old is not antique? I was all set to repaint my bedroom chair pictured here when we were locked down last year and retail closed down.  There is no other timber colour in my bedroom. I no like.

Last week at the large green tin shed I looked at the chalk paint as helpfully suggested by Sami who restores furniture and knows about such things. Apparently chalk paint was invented by one Annie Sloan but Dulux has a chalk style paint and it was in a smaller tin., and so cheaper.

The tin had a nice grey strip around, I thought indicating the colour, which it kind of was.

Once home, all set up for painting, I prepared the surface with a light sand and a wipe down. Open the paint. Oh, it is whitish. It needs a good mixing. I mixed and the colour remained white. I looked at the tin and a large label, so large I did not see it said something like 'Extra bright base'. It was the base for the grey colour, so the next day we returned and had the tin tinted as we should have at the time. This is after the first coat. It certainly needed a second.

I thought I would roller the top and use a  brush for the sides. No need. I rolled the sides too. I am very happy with the end result. No jacket to hang on the chair at this time of the year.

Friday, January 21, 2022

Friday Funnies

The Djokovic debacle has done Australia no credit. It is a simple rule, no vaccination, no entry to Australia. There are a couple of exceptions, Djokovic met none. It should have been simple. He should have never been granted a visa before he arrived and even if he chanced it, he should have been on the next flight home. How was it all strung out for so so long? I don't like the Minister for Immigration reasons for deporting him, but I am pleased he has gone.

The internet wags, not WAGS, came out creatively. The first photo was used by Caro at Sparkling Merlo

Thursday, January 20, 2022

Supply Chain Issues

No Aldi Butterfully brand butter in stock so we bought a different brand butter. We may apply for a refund or just chuck it out. Wouldn't it be sad to die from spreading a bit of butter on your toast in these times of rampant Covid. No glory in that at all.

An urgent recall has been issued for eight butter products available for sale at major supermarkets across Australia over microbial contamination fears.

Food Standards Australia and New Zealand on Wednesday announced Saputo Dairy Australia Pty Ltd is recalling six Devondale products and two Woolworths butters over the food safety hazard.

“The recall is due to a potential microbial contamination,” the recall read.

“Food products with a microbial contamination may cause illness if consumed.”

What? Say again? Speak clearly, don't mumble

Mother readily admits she is going deaf. If you speak directly to her and she is paying attention, she will hear fine, but otherwise not. She also uses it to her advantage. If she has to see a medical person who has an accent, she asks for ABI Brother to sit in and 'translate' to her what the doctor is saying. She tells the accented person she is deaf, not that she can't understand what they are saying. She dislikes any kind of technology she has to interact with, so I guess hearing aids won't be for her.

Meanwhile closer to home, someone else is becoming deaf and at a much younger age. It is hard to believe after a week of hot weather but I think last weekend one day it was cool enough to wear a jacket when we went into town, and cool enough to have bowl of soup at the QV shopping centre. 

We both had our usuals, mine being potato, leek and bacon. The bacon was a bit light on in my soup and I remarked to R, not too many pigs were harmed in the making of my soup. He asked me to repeat myself, twice. I did, the second time adding you know. Oink oink. Apparently I wasn't pronouncing pigs properly, although I would have thought it is a hard word to mispronounce.

Increasingly I have noticed he can not hear me if I am 'off camera' so to speak. The volume of the tv is often at a higher level than I like. 

Just this evening a little before six when he was watching tv, I said from my desk chair 'visa cancelled'. He couldn't hear me from two metres away, and I loudly repeated myself. Then he muted the tv and did hear what I said, but then said, whose visa? Oh, c'mon I replied. Whose visa do you think?

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Riding a bi

Bidirectional train line actually, but still interesting to me. I puzzled in my head about this express train line and how the system works, and I did work it out, later confirmed by Wikipedia.

It will be hard for left hand car drivers to imagine, but never mind. Here is my best effort.

I journeyed from South Yarra Station to Mordialloc Station on the Frankston line, in house known by a customary three letter abbreviation, in this case the FKN line. 

It was such a slow trip and not even vaguely competitive with car travel times and that makes me sad. Stations are close and the train stops at them all. Given there is a train every ten minutes, maybe every second train could only stop at major stations? But that would upset things as the line continues on from south eastern suburbs to western suburbs via the city.

While it made no difference to on time running, the older Comeng trains have such slow acceleration compared to the newer Siemens and Alstom trains. I was on a Comeng out and a Siemens in. 

So there are three tracks and in the middle of the day the far left on the outbound side is unused. In evening peak times when express trains operate, I would think it will be used by the express trains, overtaking the stopping all stations trains. 

But what about the morning peak when inbound express trains run? There isn't a separate track on the inbound side.

The outbound stopping all stations train uses the left hand outbound express track. The inbound stopping all stations uses its usual inbound track.

I was looking out the train window and sure enough, the centre track had signals in both directions, which confirmed what I was thinking. The inbound express train uses the centre track which during the day is the outbound stopping all stations tracks. The express line finishes at Moorabbin Station. 

Yes, your eyes are glazed over but it is good for me to write this down and so hopefully remember.

And hey, you get a couple of photos of Mordialloc, a town severely divided by the major Nepean Highway. To note, the road did not seem nearly as busy as it used to be, possibly because of the opening of the M11 freeway and of course you know what.

Cannons at the ready near the war memorial to defend the sovereignty of Mordialloc. 

Clocks like this are usually broken and don't tell the correct time, often not working at all. Well done to the local council for maintaining the clock well, accurate to the minute.

The Frankston line has a ten minute service, which is great. It is a busy train line. I checked the PTV app for the time of the next train and made the same mistake as I have in the past. I used 'Your Location' rather than entering the name of the station, so I was given walking time to the station added to the train time. I went for when I saw on the app a train was due and the time was wrong. It was a pleasant enough train trip home, even though so slow. 

Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Pub Work 2/4

I was living with my grandmother when I worked in the pub just a short distance away. I must have been a casual employee and not part time as I did not receive sick pay or holiday pay.

The workers at the nearby concrete factory drank in the saloon bar of the hotel. They would be more suited to the public bar. As they emptied their pockets of change, concrete dust from their pockets spilled onto the carpet and mixed with beer spillage, set the carpet like concrete. The carpet in that bar had to be cleaned frequently, and often.

One of them was a bit different to the rest. He was well liked by his mates even though he was a bit of a pretty boy, with long curly fair hair. He wasn't as overtly ocker (rough uncultivated male) as the others were. He may have been ten years older than me. One day he quietly asked me if I was camp. Lol at that word. The way he said it was so loaded. I replied no. I was nineteen years old and had been hunting for sex with men since the age of 13, yet I denied myself what I think might have a pretty good time with a rather hot guy. I didn't want anyone at work to know I was 'camp'.

Of life's regrets...

I saw not the owner but the hotel manager who was an ok bloke and told him I would be away for two weeks visiting Queensland. I told him I would return on a certain date and would be available for my usual shift that day. I returned to work only to be told there weren't shifts available. I can't remember now how long it took, but I did get my old shifts back. I think it was only a day or so.

Monday, January 17, 2022

Mirka Mora

Before Mirka died she expressed regret at being more famous for being Mirka Mora than her copious artistic output. I understand that but would she have been so well known for her art if she wasn't the larger than life Mirka? I doubt it.

The Jewish Museum in St Kilda has a Mirka exhibition running until the end of this month. We booked a time slot, paid and took a look.

I know rather a lot about Mirka and have mentioned her in a few posts over the years. It is so interesting to look back at comments in 2007.

My writing was not the best at holding a reader, but still I take some pride in this post and the research I put into it.

Funnily just today (Thursday) we lunched with a friend and his partner who we had not seen for a couple of years (it's complicated). The partner works in aged care and nursed Mirka in her final year. He came home one night and said to his partner, an old lady died today, Mirka. The partner is Indonesian born and had no idea who Mirka was. Mirka who? our friend asked. Mora was the reply, and it dawned on our friend who his partner had been nursing.

Mirka was outrageous at times, and we loved her for it. She was maybe not quite as extreme as Miriam Margolyes but similar. 'I got under the table and.....'.

Here are some photos from the exhibition.

A young Mirka.

Sewing box on the right?

Coming out of a loo.

One of Mirka's sons piggy backing her across water.

She decorated pottery too.

Mali the elephant was a big deal at Melbourne Zoo but I can't remember why. Melbourne Zoo has a very worthwhile campaign against deforestation for the production of palm oil. Mirka decorated this sculpture.

Recorded by the photo name as the French Embassy in St Kilda, but it wasn't. 

It's partly covered over at one end but this Mirka work is at our main city Flinders Street train station.

Sunday, January 16, 2022

Polls count

Polls can notoriously be inaccurate but when I heard today that 70 percent of Australians did not think world champion tennis player Djokovic should remain in Australia to play in the Australian Open tennis tournament, I added 10 percent not sure and 20 percent thinking he should stay and play.

Of course our judiciary is independent but when you have a figure like a 70 percent vote to deport him, it was fairly clear what would happen.

At 22.30 Sunday night there is a flight to Dubai and it seems like Djokovic will be on the that plane, deported and has to pay government legal costs. If the usual visa breach ban applies, see you in three years you tosser, if you must visit here again. 

Sunday Selections

 A quick Sunday Selections today. Have a look at Elephant's Child and River's efforts.

I had reason to be up at 6 but I can't remember why. I was rewarded with what I thought were four balloons, but more and more kept appearing until there were eight in the sky. One was out of shot when I took the final photos.