Rear Window

One thing that I miss about living in a large city is the visual stimulation. Most of my homes in Chicago had a never ending, passing parade of traffic just outside the window. The least of my places in Chicago had at least a view into a couple of neighbors apartments. I wish I could be like Jimmy Stewart in 'Rear Window', and have an entire panorama of neighbors to snoop on while I recuperate from my foot surgery. Unfortunately all I can see from my rear window is my unfinished swimming pool filled with green algae water, and the lovely deck that I rebuilt last year.

It's not that my neighbors are all that interesting. I have a very nice old lady across the street, she's probably about eighty something years old. When I first moved into this house, she used to do gardening in a skimpy, black, one piece bathing suit. She reminded me of the old granny in the Playboy cartoons. Then there are my next door neighbors who I refer to as the 'Clampetts'. The first thing they did when they moved in, was to chop down all the shade trees in their front yard so that they could park more cars and boats out there. Down at the corner we have a couple of unfriendly, snobbish, gay guys who don't realize that they spent way too much on their house. Molly hates their dogs. She thinks they're snobs too because their dogs are both named after liqueurs, Bailey and Amaretto or something like that.

So I sit here watching hours of television and spending way too much time on the internet, waiting for my foot to heal. I do catch every afternoon baseball game on WGN, but that only makes it hard to sleep at night because I usually fall asleep between the first and ninth innings. I could catch up on the piles of magazines we have, but after a while reading gives me a headache. Being cooped up is really boring, I think maybe tomorrow I'll have Mark, the worlds worst driver, take me for one of his terror rides in the car. That at least is always stimulating.