Okay, so the medicine is helping. Made from an age-old Sicilian formula using nero d'avalo grapes, it's a hundred perecent natural (not to mention 26% proof). It's definitely taken the sting out of the (mostly) mental anguish of being a Prisoner of Prisengracht 841.
On the other hand, the incredible views from the kitchen window seem to be mocking me. In fact, if you zoom in on the side of the boat shown in the photo on the left, you'll notice the sarcastic promotional text scrawled on at the side: "Fun Hop On." Very funny! Apparently making fun of the infirm is a national pastime here in the Netherlands.
Here I sit, as confined to my kitchen chair as Jimmy Stewart in "Rear Window -- except his had wheels! I can only pray that I'll soon spot some suspicious behavior through the window of a nefarious neighbor across the canal so I can keep myself occupied and my mind "clarity" sharp.
In the meantime, a constant stream of bikers, walkers, and boaters file past on Prisengracht-- all reminding me of my abject immobility. Of course, I was not the only one in the house impacted by the errant four am alarm -- as you can see from the photo below.
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We'll look forward to pictures of this beauty when she is awake.
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