A Puzzling Problem

A Puzzling Problem

“So, what happened to the Blog?” my mother asked me  during one of our telephone conversations this week.

“Uh, well . . . hmm.”  How could I tell her that a new addiction had me fast in its clutches, permitting me little time for productive things like laundry, dishes, cooking, crochet or writing?  It was a puzzle.  Literally.

As children, the long break between Christmas and New Years always seemed the perfect time to gather around the table as a team and work on a jigsaw puzzle.  We’d turn the pieces all right-side-up, sort out the edge bits to begin with the border, and go from there.  The puzzles provided hours of entertainment, and the sound of holiday tunes drifting from the stereo speakers in the next room provided an appropriate backdrop to the evolving picture under our hands.  Sis and I still enjoy this activity; our brother–not so much.

Once upon a time I overheard a conversation between two co-workers who both liked to play golf.  One told the other that she intended to spend her Sunday afternoon in front of the television, watching a golf match.  “Golf?  On television?” the guy replied, “I’d rather watch paint dry.”

That wasn’t quite my brother’s reaction when I told him about the free online jigsaw puzzle sites I’d recently discovered (thanks to my particular friend PJR!), but it was pretty close.  Sis, on the other hand, sounded intrigued.  Online puzzles don’t take up any more room than your computer or tablet already do anyway.  None of the pieces get lost when the cat jumps up to keep you company, sprawling out and stretching on the horizontal surface before you as if nothing at all were underneath him except the smooth wood of the table top.  There are hundreds of them to choose from. With an audiobook from the library playing at the same time, I can puzzle along for hours.

There.  That’s my confession.  Now that it’s out in the open, maybe I can start fighting my way to the surface, and break out of this jigsaw bondage.  I’d better, because Spring is arriving, and I’m hoping to put in some semblance of a garden . . . and to get back to some writing!