We hadn't done a jigsaw puzzle in a long time. Like about eight or nine years. I usually think of them as a late August kind of activity -- I remember when the kids were little and summer had gone on just a little bit too long and although they didn't realize it, they were eager to get back to school and routine. That was the time to get out the Monopoly game and when interest in that paled, to get a new jigsaw puzzle. Five hundred pieces was the limit then.
But there's no reason a puzzle can't be a dead-of-winter activity, too. In front of the fireplace. When it is too cold to go anywhere. And adults can tackle a 750 piece puzzle without being daunted.
Since the Inauguration, there hasn't been a whole lot of sewing (or anything else) happening at home. Because on the day before the Inauguration, when I was at the bookstore seeking an orchid resource as a birthday gift for Himself, I saw a 1000-piecer with a most timely theme. Never before had such an undertaking been undertaken!
Rather foolishly, we put it on the coffee table. Where we had to stoop and bend to do the work.
Himself has been just a bit obsessed, coming to bed at all hours, forsaking other activities, moving lamps around to get enough light. I've been less committed, but certainly done my part. Turbo came over one night for some CW scraps and when she saw what we were up to, she just shook her head. Just imagine the sewing that could have been done!
Last night, cramped and with backaches, we went to bed leaving about 30 pieces on the table, much to our dismay. We'd hoped to finish before morning -- Octavia was due to come and clean. But we couldn't do it. The puzzle wasn't done. But we were.
Had our usual weekday juice/cereal/coffee/fruit this morning and then, five minutes before I was to leave for work, some magnet or another drew me back into the living room. In short order, my partner joined me. Five minutes and thirty pieces. Surely this could be done with two of us working.
I was late to work.