A Little Bit Puzzled
A 1500-piece puzzle missing a single piece helps the author make sense of the sudden death of a friend.
It’s not like I wake up looking for profound meaning. Sometimes a game is really just a game. So when the box promises a complete picture in 1500 pieces, that’s what I expect. Open it up, dump the pieces, start with the borders, and keep working until every last piece fits into place. For a compulsive organizer who moonlights as a control freak, this should be my game. I should love doing puzzles. Creating order out of chaos is normally my raison d’etre. I am a mother, after all. In our house, however, everyone but me likes this pastime. I hate it and I’m bad at it. Or, put another way, I’m bad at it and I hate it. Whatever part of the brain facilitates looking at strange shapes and mentally rotating them in order to fit them together is …
David Greenberg
4:39 pm on Saturday, June 9, 2012
Sorry to hear about the loss of your friend - my condolences. As for the missing puzzle pieces - you wouldn't happen to have a cat would you? When I was in college, I had small things go missing (puzzle pieces included), and one day discovered that my cat was hiding them in the back of the couch (she'd squeeze between the cushions, get into the back of the couch and had a stash of stuff there… more ›