Sunday Selections

Along with River and others, here is this week's Sunday Selections. We are really missing Elephant's Child.

Phyllis bought a bottle of wine. After it was consumed, he used the bottle for oil. He wanted another to match and replace the oil bottle with the spout, and I asked the chap I know in Dan's if they had it. They didn't. It turned out he bought it at a small supermarket, an IGA. He seems to have lost interest in getting another bottle, so I'm not going to bother. 

This is not a great photo of my favourite, and I think beautiful pen. It ran out of ink! I was in denial for a while, but finally I went to The Pen Place in town (Ray used to say using the word town for The City, sounded very common. I never did, but I could have said, not being able to pronounce the 'th' in fifth sounds common to me) It cost $10 for refill cartridge but I am happy, even though you can buy a packet of ten pens for $10, or less. 

A blast from the past. Volvos are now very slick cars and this old model never was, but it had the highest safety rating at the time. The owners of such weren't know to be speedy drivers, or very competent. A straw or canvas hat could often be seen on the rear window parcel shelf. 

A mellow autumn day a few months ago in Queen Street. 

Everything about Phyllis is bling. 

I've no idea what these things are, bought at the Reject Shop. After taking this photo, the full set is complete. The modem/router is not the best place for them as if I lift the intercom handset, the spiral cord knocks some off. One fell into the toaster on the lower bench. 

A dinosaur feeding.

Dinosaurs seem to be breeding, but not like their own kind.

I found this at the Reject Shop. It is a mitten and brilliant for cleaning my shower.

I've shown this hammer before. It was made by my late Uncle Mick, who was an employee of the State Electricity Commission. He received severe brain damage on his way home from work in a car accident, and the SEC looked after him well. As part of his rehabilitation, he made this hammer in the workplace machine shop. It was incredibly heavy, so he was advised to drill holes in the handle to make it lighter. I don't know how I ended up with it, but it is a nice memory of Uncle Mick. The hammer is still heavy, and great for breaking concrete or hammering a nail into a river redgum  post, but not so good for accurate carpentry nailing.

 

Phyllis bought this sweet syrup something. It does look pretty on the auto trolley.

How much nail polish does one boy need? 

I can't think of the correct term, but skateboarders do jumps on this purpose made block, that is they skate along the edge. It is clearly well used. Unfortunately they also try this on public and private property, which leads to damage, and aggravated local high rise residents to throw condoms full of piss at them from a height. It was a great deterrent, as I was told when I heard about what happened. 

The construction cranes look very pretty. They became confused one overcast morning as the skies lightened. The crane lights were almost strobing as they went off and on. Another crane rose today, as yet unlit.