Before the writing craze hit me, I enjoyed doing jigsaw puzzles…
Well, I am not sure if enjoy is the right word — sometimes I would become terribly frustrated if all the pieces just looked the same. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
There is something fulfilling about tackling a challenging puzzle and eventually succeeding. However, there is nothing worse than getting to the end and realizing a piece or two is missing.
Part of me would consider this activity was a waste of time; the other part knew I was keeping my brain active, which is a good thing to help prevent dementia.
There is no way I would tackle a puzzle these days; I would much prefer to write — and I have a naughty kitty that would either plonk himself on the puzzle or snaffle off with pieces!
