If you read the blog about the thousand-piece puzzle that was eating my lunch, I said I would let you know if and when I finished it. Well, at 12:06 p.m. Sunday, February 3, after church, I put the last piece in place!
And it only took, what, two months and a week? That’s after the kids had done the outer edge, and I helped with the letters. I didn’t work on it every day, but some every day. I would sit down intending to do just a little, and before I knew it, two or three hours, even more, would have passed! Of course, the snow and cold weather gave me the excuse to spend too much time on it. I could have been doing something constructive like cleaning the house or organizing a closet, but that sounds more like work. Well, trying to fit all those blasted pieces in place was also like work! And I thought surely I could get the thing finished. As time went on, however, I sometimes had my doubts. But I just kept thinking, surely it would get easier. Finally, it did. At the very end.
I got to the end with three pieces left and four spaces empty. Those three pieces went into their spaces, all of a sudden, easy as could be. And there was that one empty white space glaring at me. I had tried every puzzle piece, some more than once, to go there, to no avail. So, the always lurking fear was about to happen-a lost piece! In desperation I looked again under the sofa, double-checked all over the rug, checked again the two file folders I was using to separate the pieces as I tried to work them into the puzzle, even shook the folded picture of the puzzle. And then, Bingo! There it was! Thank goodness.
So, I dodged that always lurking missing piece bullet and now have to decide what to do with this thing that took two months of my life! I hate to take it apart after all that work, and it is a pretty picture of the park where we climbed Guadalupe Peak. I understand there are ways to glue it all together and hang it on the wall.
We’ll see.
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