eptivity

So I have this husband who moved me halfway around the world and then left me here whilst he went home for 3 weeks for an MBA class. (I know, right?) While he was gone, I attempted to pass the time by purchasing a jigsaw puzzle. I did not know at the time of purchase that it was the Worst Puzzle Of All Time.

It looked innocent enough, a National Geographic photo with two Buddhist monks and some temple ruins and some overgrown tree roots. Except the only contrast in the entire puzzle is between the very small patches of bright orange robes and the flat gray of the entire rest of the puzzle.

Apparently, my puzzle solving philosophy is really more of a “here, I’ll work on these stripy fish, and you can work on that vast expanse of water and/or sky.” Which is a difficult philosophy to maintain when there is no one else around for 3 weeks.

I did not finish my puzzle. Stephan did not finish the puzzle when he returned, even though I selflessly left it out on our table so he would be able to if so inclined. Half of our Very First UK Guests did not finish the puzzle, although I had very high hopes for her and her near-professional puzzle-working status. We ended up putting it all back in the box, unsolved, which I hate doing.

Stupid puzzle.

But if it makes you feel any better, we recently passed a truck belonging to a company called SOL Construction. Would not be my first choice.