Going back to my childhood, May 1 always meant spring time and my grandmother’s birthday. Now living in the southern hemisphere I still can’t get used to 1 May being deep into autumn. At least we have been having sunny days if a bit chilly.

As I mentioned in my last post I thought I might make some molasses cookies. (Whoops…biscuits). I became inspired and turned out quite a few of these little gems. I thought I would make them small so I wouldn’t eat too many and good for my health plan. Ha, Instead of 2 big cookies I just filled a plate with more little ones. I need a new strategy.
I began another book which I am enjoying. Australian writer David Goodwin has released this book called Servo: Tales from the graveyard shift. Published by Hachette , it is described by Readings book store as
“Goodwin is a natural-born storyteller, effortlessly compelling whether he’s talking about the draconian policies of his bosses, the mad ramblings of his regulars or his own forays into chemical-induced debauchery . . . However, the true secret to Servo‘s brilliance is that beneath its irreverent, gonzo stylings it’s actually a heartfelt, coming-of-age memoir’ READINGS
He describes his life working in Servos (service stations) on the fringes of Melbourne . They are generally open 24/7 and he has the night shift starting around 1:00am. He describes the various people who pop in for petrol and snacks. As he says, Everyone needs petrol in their car so the whole continuum of the population arrives sooner than later.
I find these descriptions fascinating. I have always been interested in the activities of people which is probably why I like street photography so much. For a good street photo one needs, light, gesture and colour. I can picture the people who come into these premises in the middle of the night. Some are quiet, in and out. Others are drug induced and tip things over, yelling at the top of their lungs. His descriptions of learning all the various machines, coffee, drinks, meat pie and sausage warmers are at times hilarious. When things don’t work and a mob of footy players come in, being boisterous and wanting food gets quite suspenseful especially when they start to get aggro (aggravated for you northern hemisphere peopleπ). He works alone which makes it even scarier at times.
The week ahead doesn’t look too hectic. Three gym sessions are booked in. Weights, Barre’ and a personal training session. No doubt riding busses into town will also include some walks.
Bri Lee is launching a book at the city hall on Tuesday. It will be a full house, I’m sure. (See the flyer below). It should be interesting.

I hope to get my camera out and about. In the meantime I’ll leave you with a photo I took while out on the road during my sister’s visit. Enjoy your week and don’t watch the news.



Beautiful rainbow Pam! Have a good week!
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Don’t watch the news, that’s good advice.
I always go to the same service station every Monday to buy my lunch for after my U3A class.βThe servo is such a nice man, he’s from India and he’s fascinated that I’m learning Latin.βIf it’s not busy we talk about learning languages and which ones are harder than others.
I’m going to see if Duolingo does Hindi and surprise him by saying hello in his language instead of mine:)
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That is a great idea. I bet he is impressed you are learning Latin. Great for the brain, haha.
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