A shocking discovery

of my unfitness

I felt a little stir crazy this morning as I had to stay home to await my meals on wheels food delivery, and even though the lady came early, it had been pouring rain all morning.

Phyllis and Kosov were cuddling down in bed as the raindrops banged on their window. They did arise around noon, and promptly had a moment on my smart new carpet. There were no stains.

The rain stopped and I went into town after Debbie brought my meals on wheels. I had coffee and cake at Flinders Street Station, then caught a train to Southern Cross Station where I thought I might have more food. But no, I caught a 58 tram home as I was on a promise.

We will swim, in our building's pool, proclaimed Phyliss and Kosov. I haven't been there since Ray died, and even then, over the last few years I only went there to take photos of Ray and the greats when they visited. 

Phyliss said he would not swim, so Kesav and I swam and then took a spa, even though the jets had failed. The spa water was a  warm 37/99 degrees and it was cold outside now. Phyllis read his book. 

Shocko. I can no longer swim. I can lie on my back in the water and go backwards, but I can't swim forward over arm. I couldn't get my bottom half up from the bottom of the pool. I was kind of half dog paddling. Before you say it, I know a swimming trainer would get me swimming properly again, but I find swimming rather boring. 

After forty minutes of water experience, I returned upstairs to shower the chlorine away. Phyliss with his book and Kosov in the water stayed on. Kosov can swim very well although he said leg muscles were hurting. Good Kosov. You need to swim often to build your leg muscles. Yes Andrewwww. You can swim with me too. Fine Kosov, we will swim when I get up at 7am. That was the end of that.

About an hour and half later, I looked at the pool reflection in the glass building next door, and there was mop of black hair in the spa. Phyliss is in the water. They stayed at the pool for at least two hours, maybe more. 

So there you go. Today I learnt that I have lost the ability to swim and I am aerobically very unfit. I'm not surprised about the latter but losing the ability to swim? WTF? 

Monday Mural

Well, what do I have in the mural photo folder? 

Phyliss and Kosov went off to church tonight after spending three hours in the kitchen cooking fresh tamarind something with the outside temperature being 38/100. The air con must have been working hard. Phyliss wanted me to make bread in the bread maker, and I did have a packet of bread mix, just add water. I had a heavily buttered slice, but they have eaten a whole loaf! I did tell them it doesn't keep very well. 

As my father would say, Phyliss went off to church dressed up like a pox doctor's clerk. Kosov, his usual not noticeable style of dressing, although at times with a cap on, he can look like a threatening hoodie. St Francis apparently accepted the nominally Hindu Kosov and the pox doctor's clerk into the church. I asked Phyllis to say a prayer to St Francis for me, and Kosov to make a Hindu chant. 

Oh, yes murals. Faces! What are they thinking? 

Sunday Selections

Along with Elephant's Child, River and others, this is my contribution to Sunday Selections.

This bag was dumped in Footscray. It was stinking hot and in full sun so I did not check what was in the bag, but you can see an earphone lead hanging out. 

Another photo from one of our landings. I meant to make it a project to take photos of them all, but I am so busy with retired persons stuffs, I didn't follow through. 

The roof of the Elsternwick Hotel. 

At the corner of Swanston Street and Little Collins Street.

Flowers sent by his sisters for Ray's 75th birthday in March last year. 

Ian (Molly) Meldrum is a music legend. Unfortunately he fell a few years ago while putting up Christmas decorations and suffered a brain injury. I saw him a couple of times at his local, DT's hotel in Richmond in the '90s. 

The Corner Hotel in Richmond is famous and infamous as a live music venue and one night back in the mists of time, The Rolling Stones made an impromptu performance. Very few knew in advance. 

I believe this is Berwick library, where I've stopped a couple time to buy coffee nearby as I was on the way to family gatherings. 

Newish suburb, goodness knows where. I do remember taking the photo. 

"I needs sunflower seeds, please". 

No, you broke one of my porcelain pots a couple of decades ago. I know you live for decades, so it may well have been you. 

Hmm, some funny business has been going on here. Look at the oddly coloured petunia. The scissors sit there for deadheading.