Two summers ago I bought a 2,000 piece puzzle of the Sistine Chapel. Remember? I was kind of crazy with it. Last summer I bought some other puzzles, which were disappointingly easy. This summer I decided to go all puzzle-of-a-painting again because I suspected that the part where it was a painting is what made it a challenge. Well, I have been challenged.
Not sure this level of frustration is what the doctor ordered right now. Also, it is amazing how much less fun it is to put a puzzle together stone cold sober and with out my friend Kirk who tops the awesome charts because he totally understands my puzzle piece sorting methods and magically takes the exact same approach to painting-puzzles that I do. Also, we high five when we discover trickier pieces. I own my dorkiness and I am proud.
This new puzzle is so subtle I have to lurk under a photo lamp to see the shade changes and get a chance of placing the pieces. I think the lamp might be giving me a tan. In the very least it is creating some serious heat. Too bad it's not winter.
I think I am still coming down off of school insanity. I went nap free for two days but then today I just had to snooze. I took a short one. My last remaining school friend called yesterday and reminded me that we had survived utter insanity. I feel like comparing our sessions to either being locked up in an insane asylum or being taken prisoner by some kind of weird cult religious organization is not being extreme. Anyone else notice that in this short paragraph I used some version of the work insane three times? yup yup yup It's so hard to describe the last two years and still sound like I have all my marbles. Take my word for it.
It's always kind of annoying on the weekends when the normally quiet and peaceful lake turns into a raging stadium of maniacal jet skiers and boat drivers with screaming families of wake boarders and grandchildren on tubes. I think I'm going to put my bathing suit on and go swim in the shallow weedy water where there are not 3 foot wakes crashing into my head, but only because there are some really shallow rocky areas on that side and no one with a brain would dare to zip through and risk destroying their propellors. Some brainless idiots do, but not too often. Those of us who get to witness the joyous sound of metal on rock when some brainless boat owner takes a turn too wide really get our evil jollies off at those times. I can't always be nice. heh heh heh.
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