Souvenirs of Happy Times
Fossil Darling plays nurse’s aide. He’s new at it, though, and doesn’t realize that what’s called for here is a spoon. I bear up well, don’t you think? Not a crease of impatience.
On second thought, maybe the knife was less lethal.
All the nurses and techs at the Hospital for Special Surgery are great (the doctors, of course, are gods), but if it weren’t for the indefagitably cheerful Colleen, I’d still be waiting for my release paperwork.
Not that I’d mind looking out the window. Built directly over the FDR Drive, the new wing of the Hospital for Special Surgery makes the most of its views. That’s Roosevelt Island across the East River – home of “Main Street, New York.” The river is the real star of the show, because it’s always up to something different. It can lie still as a lake, or boil like a tidal bore. It flows north; it flows south. Unfortunately, the strait is so long that tides alone are incapable of flushing it clean.
Anyway, you can see why I hated to trade the scene of such lively frolics for the routines of home life.
And to think all this time I was envisioning you in some crowded ward, rows of cots lined up, a few exhausted nuns doing their best to dole out what little medicine was left, the clouded mirrors on the walls in the high-ceilinged Salle des Glaces reflecting the weak light from the gardens outside..
Oh wait, sorry. Wrong time, wrong place.
Except for that treacherous looking fellow, you look to have been in good hands, and you had a marvelous view. Thank heavens I didn’t worry more.
Glad to see you back at it.
Best regards,
GS
Fossil Darling! R J! Wow–when I saw that first photo I assumed it must be a deleted scene from *Eastern Promises*.
Good to have you back.
Wow, RJ, you were not kddding about lying flat on your back! Hope you are speedily recovering and your review schedule will not be affected.