I get easily distracted. Sidetracked. Off task.
I leave things unfinished, cabinets open, doors slightly ajar. (How can a door be a jar?? English is a funny language.)
So why is my family punishing me?
How so, you ask?
By giving me a 500 piece jigsaw puzzle of Wrigley Field.
500 pieces. 500!!
This brings out all my fears.
What if they left out a piece or two?
How do know they did not mix up two puzzles at the puzzle factory?
How can I possibly finish this in my lifetime??
What if I lose a piece or the dog eats a piece?
All of those fears are justified.
I worked up the courage to start today.
I set up a couple of tables downstairs and started working.
An hour and a half flew by and I had a grand total of 15 pieces assembled.
Only 485 to go.
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Here's the look of a confident, self assured person about to embark on a challenge |
Some of the puzzle pieces don't have colors!! |
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