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A most gratifying rainstorm

Many rivers to cross. The Moonee Ponds Creek http://larissamacfarlane.blogspot.com.au/
Many rivers to cross. The Moonee Ponds Creek
http://larissamacfarlane.blogspot.com.au/

During a recent rain storm, an assortment of passing cyclists were taking shelter in the waiting room with the rest of us huddled masses. One of the cyclists approached me.

“Are you the lady who writes the blog,” she asked.
I was delighted to think someone was reading me and admitted to the crime.
Thus I met Larissa MacFarlane Printmaker extraordinaire. I took a look at her website which is at http://larissamacfarlane.blogspot.com.au/and fell totally in love with this wonderful print of the train line near the junction station where it goes under the freeway and over the river. You can cycle or walk through this area and it has a strange noisily silent “special” atmosphere, kind of like a modern temple to the Gods of progress or business. I think Larissa has captured it perfectly.

We wuz Robbed – a question of keys

photo 1Now the renovation of my office is finished, I’m allowed to go back to Zoo station.  I was looking forward to enjoying my freshly painted new office. So you can imagine my disappointment when lo and behold, I opened my new meal room door, to be confronted with

Graffiti!!  My God it gets everywhere. And why can’t they paint something interesting.

But inside the office!! Did it slide in under the door?

I assumed that some kids had got in while the workmen were there and that there was nothing to worry about.  I started using the cosy little meal room as my office and leaving my overcoat, my uniform jacket and safety vest there in the evenings.

Until Thursday when I opened up the office door and discovered my clothes and the fire extinguisher were no longer there. I’d been robbed and by someone who’d painted a smiley face on the door. (Make a defiant gesture at me, why don’t you?)

Oddly the microwave and the other electrical appliances where untouched.  At first I couldn’t believe what had happened.  I thought maybe my aged brain had forgotten where I had put the coat or that a work mate was playing a trick on me.  I looked inside the fridge and the microwave and everywhere else.

Why steal my uniform?  When they came, the police told me that Metro uniform is the outfit of choice for graffiti artists loitering around rail yards hoping to tag trains.  I was oddly comforted to think of my clothes leading this outlaw life instead of just being dropped in some dumpster.

The meal room is separate from the office and low security with no alarm.  It can be accessed by a key that’s easy to copy.  All sorts of maintenance crew have these keys so that they can use the toilets next door. Apparently other less savory people have keys too.

The strangest part of the whole story was that my overcoat turned up again.  A kindly passing golfer picked it up on the golf course and brought it back.  It was so wet with rain it took two days to dry out.

I wish the suit jacket had turned up.  The old one was very flattering to my figure.  The new one just makes me look dumpy.  (yes I am that shallow :))

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A long way from home

Allora Plant Nursery, Darwin
Allora Plant Nursery, Darwin

Every year in August I try to escape from Melbourne winter and go somewhere warm. Last year we went to 3700 kilometres away to Darwin.  You can’t get much further away.
I was poking around in a plant nursery just down the road from our caravan park when I discovered Tah Dah !!!!

– A Melbourne train carriage!!   (for those gunzels among you it was Hitachi carriage no. 1971T)

Allora Plant Nursery
Allora Plant Nursery

Confessions of a marshmallow heart

I have done an unwise thing. On a day when it was only 10 degrees, Ms A. showed up at the station barefoot looking very cold and sad after being discharged from hospital. She burst into tears because she claimed not to have the fare back to her home in the country and even though I didn’t believe her, I was overwhelmed by pity and bought her a hot chocolate. Why unwise?

Well A. is a serial and serious pest who shows up at stations all over the system and threatens to jump under the trains. You have to take these threats seriously the way you have to take bomb threats seriously so there’s always the police and the pso’s and the ambulance and hospital. Lots of drama.

She seemed pretty ok that day so maybe they’d given her something in the hospital to calm her down. In the end after a cigarette (somehow broke people always have money for cigarettes, don’t they?) she very docilely got on the train to go to Traveller’s Aid at one of the central stations. Traveller’s Aid lend people small sums of money for tickets home.

Later when the police came by on patrol, I told them I’d seen A. and where she’d gone and they went off to check on what she was up to. As it happened this was the patrol that had arrested her at our station the previous night for threatening to jump under a train.

Well I can only hope that she prefers negative attention and that my giving her a hot chocolate and talking to her nicely will not have the same effect as giving food to a stray cat. It’s all very well to complement me for being charitable but really she’s not someone who should be encouraged to hang around at a station. I fear my Station Master will have cause to curse me.

Is this a definition of Innocence?

Was startled by the clothes of a young African man I saw this week. He was wearing his Michael Jackson “Beat it” outfit – colorful jacket and skinny jeans. On his belt was a huge buckle depicting the silhouette of a curvaceous young lady against the background of a confederate flag. I guess the confederate flag just doesn’t have much meaning for 16 year olds from Sudan.

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The Green Cheek Conure

Green Cheek Conure by Pyrrhura Molinae from Wikipedia
Green Cheek Conure by Pyrrhura Molinae from Wikipedia

 

Saw a delightful thing on the way home.  A handsome youth in the train had a little parrot, a Green Cheek Conure, sitting on his shoulder.  The bird got tired of being ignored and started pulling his ear buds and the young man took it in his hand and scratched its head and tummy till it was completely blissed out.  I couldn’t help admiring the deft way he handled this fragile little creature.

When the train stopped at the station, he put the bird on his finger and held it out the door where it obediently dropped a little poop on the platform.  Then he brought it back into the carriage and sat it on his shoulder again.  I was so impressed and so is everyone I’ve told about this.  How on earth did he train a bird to do that?  Unfortunately during the whole exercise he avoided any eye contact so I didn’t get the chance to ask.

 

 

Hallelujah! It’s the unmanned stations!

While putting posters up at the unmanned stations this week, I tried to avoid making eye contact with the young man with a bottle of wine in his pocket who was staggering about under the station sign.  Tried and failed.

“Miss Miss,” he cried, and I cringed expecting something rude.

“Do you think anyone will know I’ve been drinking?” he asked.

That day the people in the control room were clearly in high spirits.  After one announcement telling us that we were currently running a good service with all trains running on time, the faint strains of the Hallelujah Chorus could be heard in the background.

Continuum 11: Southern Skies

Faded images of Continuums past Thanks to Terry Frost
Faded images of Continuums past Thanks to Terry Frost

I’ll be attending Continuum 11 this Queens Birthday weekend.

I’ll be on panels about Sherlock Holmes, about whether we can forgive our favorite writers when they turn out to be horrible people, about whether we should remove the Golliwogs from Noddie and whats good in Comedy SF fiction.
I’ll also be helping to launch Ticonderoga’s new Anthology Hear me Roar.
which is full of Female Superhero stories, including one by me called Barista.
And I’ll be joining the happy throng Welcoming Jason Nahrung to the Clan Destine Press family which his two vampire novels Blood and Dust and The Big Smoke.
How much can a Koala Bear?
If you see me there come up and say hello.

Great new anthology from Ticonderoga Publications
Great new anthology from Ticonderoga Publications

 

The portaloo man cometh

Just imagine this with someone much taller and male.
Just imagine this with someone much taller and male.

When the arrival of the Portaloo serviceman is the highlight of your day, you know you are having a boring shift at Zoo Station. We had a chat and I learned among other things that he calls his Sat. Nav. Gwen after his mother. After that things got a bit more interesting.  The ticket machine maintenance man showed me pictures of the ants nest in one of the machines which keeps flicking the circuit breaker and stopping the machine.(They’re for the chop, poor heat-seeking insects)

I had to explain to two NZ tourists who’d managed to miss the stop twice that, no, just because there was a sign on doors saying they were power operated didn’t mean they opened automatically, only that they close automatically. Why is that sign there?

A group of uni students in animal onesies showed up to go to the zoo. (As you do) One 6 foot tall skinny guy was wearing a pink dinosaur onesie that left bare a huge expanse of calf between knee and runner.  He looked so odd, I would have taken a photo of him, but I was down the platform helping a blind man find the right carriage.

And there you have the day’s highlights.