Tell me, tell me please do, if you are good at doing jigsaw puzzles. Is your brain wired to fit those little pieces together?
In all my born years, I have never been able to put a puzzle together except for the "toddler" wooden puzzles. Even then, I need the toddler to "help" me out.
Last week at swimming, a woman was telling me that she loves to do jigsaw puzzles because they are so relaxing. She just finished her first one thousand piece puzzle. So...thinks me to myself "I should try it ONE more time." So I buy a little 100 piece puzzle of a tropical scene. With a little start-up help from Riles (get all the edges first) I ended up finishing the puzzle. I was so excited, I took a picture of it and bought another 100 piece puzzle of the Golden Gate Bridge. Well, there is were my luck went south. I couldn't finish the puzzle. Even Riles couldn't help. The puzzle says three plus in age. What??? What four year old could do this?? I am sure they made the puzzle wrong. That has to be the problem. It is a cheap puzzle so something is amiss.
So.....I bring out the 300 EZ piece puzzle that I bought in anticipation of finishing the Golden Gate Bridge. Nice, thick pieces-anyone could put together right? I open it tonight. There are lots of pinks and greens; roses and daisies. What was I thinking?? I need more distinct colors! Okay, I started with the straight edges. What do I do with them? What do I do with the other pieces while I am working on the straight edges? After five minutes I put the pieces back in the box and put it in the kid's room. Maybe one of them can put it together. In fact, I know one or two or even three of them that could do it.
So there I am. One 100 piece jigsaw puzzle to my name...that's it. So tell me, am I right brained or left brained or no brained ha ha...watch it!!! I like to think I am the creative brain and cannot think conceptually (whatever that means.) Tell me, can you do jigsaw puzzles?
Thank you all for your patience in waiting for me to write another blog. I had a major jam-up in the writing wiring of my brain. Maybe it's the eight years of blogging or maybe it's because I write more in my journal in the mornings. Whatever it is, let's hope I am on a roll and can stay with it.
There is a big birthday coming up this year and although mine is one of them, (more on that later,) our first grandchild will be thirteen in two weeks. We called him "Peanut" when he was born three-and-a-half weeks early and was just under six pounds. I had a bad case of grandma-itis which I still have; just not so intense (six more grandchildren gave me more perspective.) I went to Chicago every two weeks just to see him. I went by train, plane or automobile. A couple of times I flew to Chicago, his mom picked me up at the airport and we drove back to Michigan. He was just a little baby then and to keep him quiet he would suck on my finger half the way home. Then we would drive back to Chicago and I would fly home the next day.
I cannot believe he will be thirteen. I have waited with bated breath to see if there are any teenage "changes" in his personality and although there are some, he still loves his Grammy. I hope he always shows me or tells me that he loves me like he does now. There are new ways to relate to teens in this day and age. He got an iPhone (spelling?) for his birthday that he helps pay for and now he is texting me which I just love. How cool is that?? What a nice way to stay in touch.
Now, I am realistic enough to know that things may change in the next couple of years; but I pray everyday that he will keep his loving and tender heart. He is really waiting to be as tall as me and I think he will make it this summer. It's fun to watch him grow. Some day he will walk up to me and look me in the eyes and then soon after that, he will be looking down at me.
I just love that boy!
