It's a big one missy

Australia is a geographically large country.

How big? This big, with Europe easily fitting in. I think there would be room for Ukraine and other countries but we won't add Russia. 

I've told this story before but when Ray's parents visited from England in the 1980s, as their plane entered the north west coast of Australia, Ray's mother got up to refresh her makeup. Five or more hours the plane reached Melbourne on the south eastern coast. 

We can do better than the above. Let's cram the countries in. If it isn't clear, the large orange bit in the centre is South Africa and I think the arrow on the right without a name is pointing to Ireland. While the main focus is European countries, the map manages to squeeze in the US states of Maine and Ohio, along with the South and Central American countries Ecuador and Nicaragua. It is unclear what the orange central chunk is to me. Surely not South Africa. 

I am surprised a little by the large size of Spain. Are you surprised about any of the countries? Your own?

I would use this in a separate post if it was a readable size. I believe it shows Australia's tribal Aboriginal regions. It does give you an idea of the complexity of tribal life. 

I no understand

Transport for New South Wales, TfNSW, is changing its in train announcements. There was only mention of three I read about in the Sydney Morning Herald but there could be more. It could be argued that the change would help some tourists with very limited English, but I doubt there would be many. Often train and general noise is too high to hear the in train announcements anyway.

"This train terminates here", (sorry if you don't understand that) will be replaced by "This train ends here" (what brought about the train's demise?). The former is apparently technical railway jargon and not clear enough for public consumption. Really?

If there is a train disruption of some kind, you will be advised to, "Allow extra time", rather than "Allow additional time". That one is not such a bad change in my opinion.

This last one is just plain ugly. Customers Passengers will no longer be advised to "Alight here to change...", but "Get off here to change...". GET OFF!

Maybe even young people educated in Australia don't understand the words 'terminates', 'additional' and 'alight'. 

Maybe I'm just an old grump. Who  cares? By the hundreds of comments on the newspaper article, many do. 

W'dya reckon about the changes?

Hmm, two weeks today since....

It's all about me

I've always liked this phrase and I wouldn't have a clue about its origins, the phrase being 'All over the place like a mad woman's breakfast'. That's how I feel. I seem to be forgetting the most basic things. I am so fearful of locking myself out by forgetting my keys when I go out, I am carrying them permanently in my pocket. I go to one room to get something and forget what it was. I sit down here on the computer chair to do something and forget what it was. I am not completing things. I seem to be in a permanent state of distraction.  

I am doing ok with eating. Sister has made me meals and there is still one in the freezer. I can't tell what it is now until I thaw it. Today I went by train to Katrina's Kitchen in Murrumbeena and bought four frozen meals. I've not been having enough fresh vegetables, as I would not call the vegetables in frozen food terribly fresh. I will address that. Years ago I used to prepare vegetables by cutting them up and throwing them into a very hot wok with Hoisin Sauce.

I've looked at delivered food options and Kylie's suggestion of Dineamic looks the most promising. Now I am getting Dineamic ads galore on YouTube. Maybe four meals a week would do.   

There were two steaks in the freezer, with one cut in half being enough for us. I will cook half of one tonight with frozen potato chips and I've already made a Greek salad which looks to be enough for two. There were fetta cubes in olive oil in the fridge but firstly I came across fetta in the freezer, so I thawed that out earlier. I took it out of the fridge today and it is very crumbly, clearly for sprinkling. I thought if it reaches room temperature, it won't crumble as well so I put it back in the fridge until I put the salad together. I don't know if I am right about that, but it made sense to me. Too much salad won't go to waste. I suppose I can cook simple food but I don't want to. I am not interested in cooking and it is so time consuming. Ray cooked for us most of our years. He was a terrific and instinctive cook and his food presentation was excellent. S'cuse I. I just remembered Ray used to rub olive oil into the steak before cooking it. Done.

Some packet pepper dipping sauce for the steak, frozen chips, cooked of course, a nice salad dressing and ground pepper. I will keep cooking until fresh and frozen food are used up. The steak cooked in the air fryer was great and the salad was fine. The chips could have done with a minute or so less. Presentation, poor. Tasty, filling and a normal home cooked meal, tick. I am not going to make a habit of it, but I have more steaks to eat.

I am not sure about my financial situation. Ray had much less in his superannuation where his income stream account to top up his old age pension than I thought. When we would send a child $50 for their birthday, it cost us $25 each. Now, it will cost me $50. I know a lot of you know this already. I will have to pay all the bills on my own now. We had paid about $10,000 as a deposit for recarpeting and repainting and I just don't know if I can do it my own, let alone the cost, double the deposit. Emptying book shelves and other shelves would be too hard for me on my own. Maybe I could get a packer. Organiser man was sympathetic and said, in your own time and we'll work it out. He's a nice guy and lives in our building. He asked me to visit him and have a drink. Closet gay? Maybe but I'm sure he not after me and I am not after him. 

Monday Mural

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

These might be the oldest murals I have in my mural photo folder, 2021. They must have been taken within our Covid five kilometre 'exercise' boundary. The first one is a bit interesting. 

Sunday Selections

I'm joining with Elephant's Child and River for Sunday Selections. Just my usual random selections of unused photos.

I see my spam mate Rajani Rehana has returned. Two comments were published and one caught as spam. Meanwhile your legitimate comments also go to spam. I normally check twice a day.  

Someone likes snooping in other people's cupboards. I planned a series of photos of kitchen cupboard contents, but here is one. I will take photos before, well if I am empty them of ingredients I will never use. 

The bottom shelf far left is curry powder. Ray always bought a large packet, along with satay powder  from an Asian grocer in Richmond. Behind the Vegemite is honey and peanut butter, topped by a powdered stock. The ornate tin is for tea bags, which I ordered on a whim from England in 2012, celebrating the Queen's Silver Jubilee. The take away plastic container has my psyllium husks. Sprinkled on my cereal, they help with cholesterol and matters of  'digestion'. 

This doesn't happen very often but my RRS feed failed. I use this to read blogs but I have to go your blog to comment. There are other things in my RSS feed.

The rather nice Westgate Park, but not a quiet Westgate Park with the heavy car and truck traffic crossing the bridge to get across the Yarra River. 

Très cool. 

Care for a little gin? Yes please. I don't know this brand. 

I bet none remember my post about the service lights being left on at the building next door, perhaps two to three years ago. The fluoro tubes are still burning brightly. 

Well, thanks for the warning. I am not sure where I could stand to not get burnt. 

It was part of a lighting display event on the river.

Houston, we have a problem. 

I think we were out or away and I then took this photo once home. A cool change had arrived but the aircon wasn't on and it was hot inside.

I am not sure if she was unwell or had done a Barnaby. 

The units in ABI Brother's new retirement look dated but they are well maintained and very nice inside, assuming you like lots of white. 

I am not sure where I found this photo.

Mid March the plane trees are saying, 'We've tired and have had enough of summer. We need to rest. We will just wait for less warmth and light and then drop our leaves". They certainly are now. 

I was driving so I asked Ray to take the photo. 

I think it is a Hillman Imp. They were dreadful little cars. Sorry if you had one and loved it. 

The moon makes an appearance. 

Rather strange mist rising from the ground. 

The synagogue lighting is just perfect now.

The aftermath

Friday, I paced the apartment, closing Ray's bedroom door and then opening it. It is closed at the moment, and to be sensible it will save on the heating bill which I will have to pay on my own, among everything else. 

I know his phone PIN but not that for his banking app. It doesn't really matter but I am pleased I knew his phone PIN as a couple of condolences came to his phone. As the days have gone on the tissue usage count has lowered and my voice only quavered once today when Fire Fighting Nephew called. 

I couldn't keep just pacing around. I need to get our. I was overwhelmed with messages, emails and phone calls. We I needed a loaf of bread so the afternoon after Ray's death, I caught the tram to Prahran where I ran into one of Ray's former clients who uses a wheel chair and Ray used to transport as a volunteer driver. I told him the sad news. 

I sat in Prahran Square with my takeaway coffee where we would sit together to eat a sandwich or a sausage roll with our coffee, but I have been there alone many times, so it didn't feel so bad. Today I was back there and one staff automatically wrote down Ray's usual coffee, an extra hot skinny flat white. Sorry love. My friend has died. 

Back to Friday. I went to Baker's Delight to buy a sliced white loaf. 

"Sandwich or toast?"

What? 

Do you want it thinly sliced or thickly sliced. 

I stared at him blankly for five seconds. Ray always bought the bread. 

Sandwich please. I now have very thinly sliced bread. Apparently we normally have toast sized slices. Learning curve #1 one sorted. I bought some coleslaw in the supermarket for dinnerto go with dinner but it was undressed. I wasn't thinking clearly. I ended up have a packet of soup and very thin toast. 

Hairdresser Friend insisted on visiting on her way home from work. It was a nice visit but I was glad when she left. I'd felt cold all day, which happens to me if I am tired, and I was absolutely exhausted after so little sleep the night before. I slept pretty well but of course when I woke, what is this nightmare situation I am living in. 

Saturday, ABI Brother, Tradie Brother and his daughter Hippie Niece,  Sister, Bone Doctor and Jo visited. The latter three stayed on and took me out for dinner. Jo went to the spare room as I had told her Ray had kept the art work they had created in a drawer. We heard a sob in the bedroom and Sister nodded to me in that direction to go into Jo. We both fell on the bed holding each other and cried our eyes out for a few minutes. He was somewhat of a father figure to her when she was young.

Sunday morning I had coffee at a neighbour's place, then it was turn of Ex sis in Law and her husband, and soon after they arrived, so did Oldest Niece, her husband and their three children. 

There is much to do when your beloved dies and as the days went on I slowly tackled it all.

Monday was a visit to the funeral parlour to arrange the cremation. Sister came up by train to support me. That was very kind of her and we had brunch afterwards.

Tuesday a visit to the bank. 

Wednesday was the last post with Nephew, his wife and their kids. 

Thursday, I did minimal shopping. Thrice I was asked where Ray was. While not normally after shopping, I did drive the circuitous route home around the lake we sometimes used after brunch in Port Melbourne. More administrative matters later.  

Two weeks ago we had paid about half the money for having the apartment painted and recarpeted. The week before we had booked a Queensland holiday. Fly to Brisbane, stay a few days, train with a bed to Cairns, stay a few days and fly home. I'm delaying the former and cancelling the latter. 

Days are passing and as I type, exactly one week ago less an hour or so, Ray was in hospital and quite aware. He had so much to live for. 

Meals are difficult. It is decades since I've cooked aside from making fried rice. I am trying to address that but it is low priority, as long as I eat something. I find most frozen supermarket meals have vegetables too well cooked and the mashed potato in the meal below, too soft. It tasted ok and it was an adequate amount of food, but. I will look at the meal delivery company Hello Fresh. 

A lighter note

Fire Fighting Nephew, his wife and their four year old daughter and nearly two year old twin boys visited yesterday. It was a big effort for them, with around three hours of driving here and back. We had fish and chips, well rather much more, for lunch sitting outside on a lovely sunny but cool day in Port Melbourne. 

We went to the beach where there is a 'sand playground', a good sandy park with plenty of play equipment on the edge of the beach. The boys only suffered minor injuries. 

Unfortunately our building's spa heating has failed but the pool is warm, so they all swam. Only one boy nearly drowned, the one that hates water at the beach, plunged himself into the lap pool without a shallow area from the pool edge without warning, and sank straight to the bottom. Daddy quickly rescued him. 

It was tiring but so nice, and it is hard to feel sad when children are around.  

Every child who has ever visited here wants carry the soft sand filled lizard around. 

And roll about on the exercise ball. We've only kept it for that reason. 

"I don't think we've forgotten anything?"

Well, yeah, you did actually.