Puzzling

Dec 25, 2011 22:45

I bought a puzzle for myself yesterday (last minute shopping for Christmas presents).  It seemed like such a fantastic idea wrapped up in plastic awaiting my clever hands to sort out the picture of The Starry Night in 1/2000th increments.  I set up my base camp and opened the box and...FML.  This shit is going to take a long time that I'm not sure that I have or have in me.  I think I found about 50 pieces of the edge (the only sane place to start puzzles) in roughly half an hour and, with alarming peace of mind, decided that I'd had enough for the day.

Where was the zeal with which I had once attacked these things?  Where was the determination to work for hours at a time?

When I purchased the puzzle, I was recalling the long stretches of days of 2 week long winter vacations that seemed to stretch on for an eternity with little else to do but tv (when we were allowed), Monopoly, and puzzles with my sisters in grade school.  I was misty eyed remembering the ski trips I'd tag along with my best friend's family to cozy condo's on Mammoth Mountain where we'd ski all day and in an exhausted haze of hot cocoa and a crackling fire, we'd find the requisite puzzle in the vacation rental and set to work.

Alas, I'm not the same person I was when I had eons of time on my hands and fewer hobbies.  I'll press on, but I won't be surprised if it  gets done next year (and I mean in the latter half).
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