For a couple of weeks now there has been a hint of autumn in the air, especially at night when the temperature has been down a little. I am glad to see the end of summer, even if there may still be some hot days ahead. Today is very soggy and dark. These pictures were taken about 10:00 am. The lower picture should have the city skyline visible.
I was at son's place on Central Coast on Tuesday evening and all day Wednesday. Housesitting. Waiting in vain for a tradesman to call. He is quite close to the station, his long legs do the distance in under ten minutes. However I take longer, especially with poor hips. The trip up was terrible. The train was packed and the interurban train's air conditioning was not working, at least in the carriage I was in. I was on the sunny side of the carriage, the only place I could get a seat. Because it's normally air conditioned, the windows can't be opened and we sat in a hotbox fanning ourselves with paper, books, whatever came to hand. There was some trackwork and the train moved at what seemed a walking place from Strathfield to Hornsby, almost half the journey in distance and we arrived fifteen minutes late. It was very hot and very stuffy and when I alighted after an hour of this, I was not sure how much longer I could have lasted. I wasn't the only one to feel like that. I walked to son's rather slowly and sat down in the shopping centre for some minutes to enjoy the cool there.
Son works at a government department which was moved some years ago to the Central Coast. It's handy for him and easy to get to. However the new government has done its usual cost cutting and this department has had savage cuts made to it. He's worked there for almost ten years and should have been made permanent some years ago but has continued on contract. Many people lost their jobs in the purge and most others had to reapply. He reapplied as an internal applicant before it was made public and seemed fairly sure of getting the job. However HR dragged its feet and he came to the last hour of his contract yesterday before it was temporarily extended. Another three are in similar position. Checks are still being run because they left the whole process too late. It seems the job is his, but he won't count it till he has letter of offer in his hand. His job and the other three are essential to the smooth running of the place behind the scenes.
I haven't done much knitting, my fingers have been sore from the humidity. I haven't even wound more of Ailsa's wool for my Lowtide vest and have only looked longingly at my parcels from Brooklyn Tweed,