My unimportant life

My state of Victoria has suffered from very bad fires. And now, along the well known tourist stretch, the Great Ocean Road, there has been flash flooding from storm cells, washing cars and caravans out to sea. The footage is quite dramatic, but it least at seems like no lives have been lost.

I need to work out if the tram or the new Metro Tunnel train line gets me to the city quicker. I know the trains at the moment leave clock face every twenty minutes, 7, 27, 47. When the full service begins, it will be every ten minutes during the day when I travel, 4,14, 24 etc. It takes me ten minutes to leave the building, walk to the station and descend to a platform. 

Travel time to Town Hall Station is 3 minutes, but with the full timetable, 4 minutes. This is too much time. The journey takes 2 minutes, and the train sits at Anzac Station where I board for about a minute, and then again at Town Hall Station, a minute. It should be 2 minutes to Town Hall and 2 minutes to State Library. 

What has been done is ridiculously stupid. Another minute has been added between Anzac Station and Town Hall, and then the time to State Library has been cut to 2 minutes, so over the same distance, the time is the same. This is how private companies get trains to run on time, by giving them too much time. I certainly noticed that the same happens in Sydney with trains, although not its new Metro system.

Good luck if you understood any of the above. 

Phyllis filled in my calendar with birthday dates of family and friends. He added each day he pays the fortnightly rent, on the wrong week, so he must pay the rent on the Monday when it is not due, for the next year. You had one job Phyllis!!!

I was worried about meeting niece Jo for brunch on Wednesday, needlessly. She had driven one of her mother's cars to South Geelong Station, dealt with some bus/train substitution and arrived on time. Once in the city, she made her own way by tram to the cafe where we brunched. We chatted away about all sorts of things. We walked together through town and across the river to the Arts Centre where she was going to see the musical Cats.  She complained about Sister, her mother, trying to speak Geordie in Newcastle, England, and trying Chinese in restaurants. By the end of something like five weeks of travel, Jo had had enough of her mother, although she didn't say anything about Bone Doctor, her other mother. As I always express to my relative children who complain, it is the duty of parents to embarrass their children.

It is odd that I struggle to walk a distance at times, but I had no problem this day.

Sister did well at last weekend's women's cricket match, with over one hundred runs. A day or so ago, she was in central Victoria bike riding and ticked off visiting two more public swimming pools, Nagambie being one, and perhaps the other was Murchison.

Today after taking the car out for usual Thursday shopping, I was home quite early and it struck me to visit Myer in town to buy some new shoes and a new short sleeved summer shirt. The planets were aligned, with a 40% discount on both, and I am happy with what I bought, Blaq casual non laces shoes and a Gazman shirt. 

I accidentally looked at the Big Man rack of shirts. The sizes were marked for different countries, and it seems our XXXL is equal to the US XL. It varies here by manufacturer. Sometimes an XL can be a bit tight for me, if the maker has skimped on fabric, but the shirt I bought today was XL and a flattering fit. Oh for the days when I was S.

At home, Kosov had sent Rover to remap the apartment. He was out when I returned home and Rover was stuck under their bed. Rover eventually died, with a message on the phone app that he needed to be rescued. I can't do under beds, so Kosov rescued him when he returned.

Butter chicken by Phyllis tonight, with rice and a simple side salad. Delicious.