Tuesday, November 5, 2024

I is a fashionista

I was kind of aware of a woman sitting nearby on her own when I brunched with Gazza. I thought she was going to give us tea and sympathy about our coffee in paper cups when she approached us as she was leaving. 

But no. She said, I saw you two guys arrive and noticed you at times and you both look so stylishly dressed. WTF?

You would never think Gazza was gay by the way he normally dresses, but this day he was wearing a deerstalker tweedy kind of cap. His jacket was was a bit canvas looking, and quite nice. Instead of his usual baggy blue jeans, he was some kind of black pants. I didn't notice his shoes.

I was wearing my usual slim fit black Levi jeans, a collared dark blue and white fine checked shirt over a black tee with my dark blue Sketchers pull on shoes, and to brag, my designed in Italy, and made from New Zealand wool and French linen made somewhere or t'other Rodd and Gunn jacket. Since my scalp melanoma surgery, I wear either a Puma baseball cap or dark blue brimmed faux straw hat. I was wearing the latter. Phyllis has repainted my right hand small fingernail with glossy black nail polish. Apparently I can answer if questioned about my black nail, it marks my support for the empowerment of women, so that's ok with me. 

This woman just went on and on about how stylish we looked. Again, WTF? This is how I dress every day. She was visiting Melbourne with her children and they had visited to see Cold Play perform. She was an attractive woman in her forties, nicely dressed too, but without the Melbourne black clothing look. 

She was visiting from Rockhampton, in Queensland.  Gazza said to me, that explains it, meaning she did not have good taste if she thought we were fashionable. I said to the woman, You've truly made my day, thank you. She was quite lovely. I wonder if she noticed my black fingernail. I doubt it from her angle.

Truthfully, I like my little fingernail painted in high gloss black because it looks pretty. Gazza and I decided we are fashionistas. 

Back in town the next day I bought my new wallet. Meat is so expensive and apparently so is animal hide to make wallets. It was only two years ago when Ray bought me a new wallet for my birthday and it was nice, but the pocket for the notes was too small. I messaged Gazza that I was buying a new wallet suitable for a fashionista. For some reason I decided I needed a new wallet and I had a $10 credit to use. The wallet, the only one I could a could find to suit me, was priced at $80. Many wallets were locked in display cases. I waited for quite a while to find staff to open one case. Lordy, these wallets are costing three figures. Back to my original choice and I took it to the counter to pay.

A brief wait for for the person in front of me to finish their transaction. My $10 credit was applied to the $80 price, and the register showed I owed $80. My simple mind doesn't go much beyond adding 2+2 equals 4. Yes, I'm sure that is correct and a wallet for sale at $80 less a $10 discount should not equal $80. I pointed this out to staff, who immediately replied that my wallet was not discounted because the sales only applied to other brands. 

Now, I was getting clarity of thought. Staff is missing the point. $80 less $10 does not equal $80. That is not too hard. 'Ah', staff confessed. 'I see your point. I will reverse the transaction. My apologies'. Except she couldn't and asked other staff to help, and they could not. Neither was authorised to do so because the discount had already been applied. The floor manager was called and she fixed the problem. 

Start the process again. Hey, now I only owe $10. Sadly staff picked this up, cancelled the transaction and tried again, and still I only owed $10. History repeated itself one more time. Call the floor manager again, but a different one who is authorised to fix problems, the one who had earlier opened the glass case for me. 

She did finally fix the problem, and after me being there for over fifteen minutes trying to pay for my new wallet, gave me discount of 10%. So the $80 wallet cost me about $61 and rather a lot of time. A small paper carry bag was given to me for free as well. 

It was frustrating for a retired person who is so busy being retired, but no floor staff were to blame for a system failure. 

My new wallet is good but blocks my public transport card being read by readers. I have to take it out of my wallet. I will work on this. 

Btw, Phyllis cooked me a Railway Curry tonight and it was delicious. During the times of the Raj, it was served to train travellers en route. And my Aged Care meals were delivered too, to my door. The lass was patient as I filled in my next order. She brought a form for my following order so I can slowly review what is on offer. The food looks good. More on that after I've eaten some. 

Monday, November 4, 2024

Monday Mural

I'm joining with Sami and others for Monday Mural. 

I visited VicRoads in Carlton to change my car ownership to me, rather than Ray, and apply my pensioner concession. I paid for the car anyway. It should be in my name. I lunched at Brunetti's in Lygon Street and chose the pensioner special of four different arancini balls. all sitting in a nice sauce, and of course coffee. Terrific.

On the walk back to get a tram home, I spotted this laneway mural. What a shame it has been defaced. 



Sunday, November 3, 2024

Phone Museum

Lots of photos and I hope you enjoy the memories. 

A new museum opened in Hawthorn, a local area known as Glenferrie. There used to be one at the old Richmond Post Office.

It took me about half an hour of searching to find who owns this. It is still not clear to me who owns the site.

Charity Size:
Small
Who the charity helps:
  • Adults - aged 65 and over
  • Children - aged 6 to under 15
  • Youth - 15 to under 25
Date established:
Last reported:
Next report due:
Financial year end:
30/06

Summary of activities

We operate museums in Melbourne, Sydney and Brisbane, which maintain heritage telecommunications of national significance. We provide programs and educational tours for schools as well as the general public in the area of telecommunications.


It is called the National Communication Museum and is appropriately located in an old telephone exchange (putting you through now caller).  


I certainly remember these public phones. Earlier phones had you rolling a coin into a slot. Press button A to load your coin to speak. Press button B to retrieve your coin if your call did not connect. I recall button B made a kind of buzz noise as it returned your non existent coin. Is below a typewriter with circular typing keys?



We had an Ericofon. You had to be careful when on a call and you put the phone down, as sitting it upright would cut the call. 


This phone was a bit of fun.


An inert phone exchange board.


A very active phone exchange board whereby you plug in cords and operate switches that made many different noises. 


Oh yes. I was more attractive in the 1990s and I remember sending naughty photos using one of these web cams. 


It doesn't seem so long ago.


This does. They keys were fairly light touch.

A proper Post Master General phone box.


They were soundproofed and the interior painting was I guess to deter graffiti. 


James, each person must weigh 79kg. 


The building was nice enough but across the road was the old Post and Telegraph Office. 


A very nice building. 



This was rather trippy to enter.


A Marconi cypher machine. 



A code breaker, I think.


I was there and it was wonderful to see the internet bloom, though so frustrating at times. Apparently one of these computers makes the internet phone lone connection sound, but the area was so busy, I couldn't find out which one. 


I remember this phone style but they were rare.


Ohh, some of these look very familiar.


I was once an avid fan of phone banking, and paying bills by phone was so simple.



An old candlestick phone so often seen in mid twentieth century American films.

The entry fee wasn't cheap, at something like $25 but an annual pass was a bargain and I rather wish I'd bought to revisit.

I filmed some short videos. The first is surveillance cameras, with Big Brother watching you.

The second is, would you believe, is a talking clock machine. "At the third stroke, it will be 5.02 am and ten seconds."

The third is a creepy robot lady I was a little scared of. She did not seem aware of people as obstacles, so people stepped out of the way. Had they not, maybe she would have diverted around them.


 

Saturday, November 2, 2024

A very social week

It began last Saturday with a birthday party in  park for my niece's step daughters' birthday, which I wrote about.

Tuesday was Ex Sis in Law's hospital visit with brunch and dinner out with her.

Thursday was a brunch catch up with a friend from the country, a former workmate of Ray's. 

Friday I took Phyllis to my local shops and he was rather impressed by South Melbourne Market. In the afternoon I decided I needed a new wallet and with a $10 Myer credit, off to town I went. There was drama. Later. 

Friday evening was the building's annual Melbourne Cup barbeque and cup sweep. Yes, some days before the event. Can you believe there were uneaten prawns left over and I came home with a very large and lovely baguette. 

Sunday is a catch up with with Our Friend from Japan, who is no longer in Japan but will soon return to Japan for a while before her final return home. She will be in company of three friends who I have met but not seen for years.

I don't know if I want to turn back the clock to when Ray was here with me and we understood all of our usual quiet nuances, or if I  like my current somewhat chaotic life. I exaggerate. The same happened with Ray. Sometimes we would be very busy socially, and other times not. 

The Thursday brunch with interesting in a couple of ways. Of course it was good to see Gazza. We ordered our brunch with coffee. Gazza had finishing eating his ham, cheese and tomato croissant and I had nearly finished my sourdough toast. When our meals were brought, the waiter apologised for our coffee not arriving, but still no coffee. Gazza went to remind staff about the coffee, and still it did not come. Quelle horreur, it eventually arrived in PAPER CUPS. As we paid, staff was apologetic about the coffee delay. Let me give you some vouchers, and she gave each of us a voucher card. Terrific, but not really as it was crap coffee whether it was in a china cup or a paper cup, and we didn't want another, meaning we would not return. 

Once outside, I examined the coffee voucher and it was not a free cup, but only 10% off our next cup of coffee. Fuck off Federal Coffee. My toast came came with cold unspreadable butter in a dish. A sachet of cold butter can be quickly warmed under your arm but you can't warm butter in a dish like that. It is not a cheap place and I won't return. I fact it was so bad, I think I will write a Trip Advisor Review. 

There was also an amazing conversation at the cafe with a fellow diner, but I'll leave that for later. 

Best to have photos in posts. For EC

and for Cloudia

Friday, November 1, 2024

My tucker

At the moment it is a mix of old style Australian frozen meals heated in the oven, quite healthy microwave meals bought at a speciality place, the cooking of Phyllis and an occasional meal out along with a takeaway meal maybe once a fortnight.

However, as a person of certain age, I am entitled to Aged Care help. I have requested a cleaner for my bathroom, a hand rail to be installed in my shower and meals three times a week. I don't have an aged care package, specifying a dollar amount of help I will receive to reasonably spend on what I need, but the precursor to that, just some minor home help judged by ability to manage to live in my home. 

The meals are interesting. This was once called Meals on Wheels, with the food cooked and delivered by volunteers at no cost, overseen by the local council. This had generally everywhere been overtaken by aged care, with food mass produced and delivered by professionals and you have to pay. 

In my case, I've chosen to have three meals a week delivered. The cost for each is around $10, but it is for three courses, soup, a main meal and desert. I think it starts next week and it will be interesting to see what the food is like. I had make choices about the food on the hop over the phone, but I will get a paper sheet to mark my next choices. 

Thursday, October 31, 2024

Happy Halloween?

I really don't know much about Halloween and its traditions and I don't feel I need to be educated about it. I have a small Kit Kat chocolate bar near the front door should a kiddie knock on the door. In 22 years here, it has only happened twice. Once was an ever so cute Asian boy and the second time, a young girl with parents hovering in the background.

Of course I will state the US Halloween is overwhelming our local culture. But I know it is about businesses making  money. Alongside Halloween decorations are Christmas decorations, and someone said they had seen Easter eggs already. 

Christmas mince pies, of course you can buy them in September even. 

In my time, I've watched a few clips about how to fold a fitted sheet, and I've never achieved that ideal. I think I might die as this character has. 

So if my my words are right, Happy Halloween.

Wednesday, October 30, 2024

Just another Tuesday Pt 2

I had an excellent night's sleep and I feel much more energetic this morning. After brunch, Ex Sis in Law went off to the hospital for her test and I visited a new masseur, very near home. He was good!

Not much happened in the afternoon until I received a call from the hospital saying Ex Sis in Law was ready to be escorted home, so I caught two trams to St Vincents to collect her. Once home we sat and had a drink and watched some tv news then went across the road where the restaurant has cheap steaks on Tuesday night. Quite nice and neither of us could finish our meals. 

She left immediately after dinner to return home and meanwhile WWIII had broken out at home, with two grown up boys careening around the apartment and attempting to hide while shooting at each other with foam bullets. Yours truly was caught in the crossfire once. Phyllis had bought the guns for Kosov for his birthday and we had a little celebration Sunday night.

Ray would have been furious that I didn't iron the tableclotth.


The cake was very small as Kosov is not a cake eater. Nor does he drink coffee, tea and rarely alcohol. 



He was very appreciative of the effort that went into his birthday. I chipped in half for the guns and cake.


I suppose this will sit at the door until the balloons go flat. 


The damage to the blind was caused by me a few years ago when I fainted after standing up too quickly from the arm chair. However, the side alignment was a result of the earlier WWIII. It just needed straightening. 

I is a fashionista

I was kind of aware of a woman sitting nearby on her own when I brunched with Gazza. I thought she was going to give us tea and sympathy abo...