Puzzling

my favorite jig­saw puz­zle ever!

Let’s face it, we’re bat­ten­ing down the hatch­es for Covid-19 again. That means more time at home—and prob­a­bly more time for puz­zling. I read some­where that jig­saw puz­zle com­pa­nies are enjoy­ing a greater eco­nom­ic boon than gro­cery stores! And cross­word puz­zles are blow­ing up too. Even Doones­bury (my favorite com­ic) had a cross­word puz­zle for its strip this past Sun­day. At least three of my sib­lings are work­ing on puz­zles, and it’s even come up with a few golfers. Stuck at home, we need to keep our minds occu­pied, and even tele­vi­sion wears thin after awhile. 

I con­fess to a bit of a reg­i­men. I keep a jig­saw going most of the time. I’ll work at it 2–3 times a day. I think every­one works jig­saws the same: the edges, the pre­dom­i­nant stuff, and final­ly the labo­ri­ous sky or moun­tain or land­scape. That’s why I love the puz­zle in the photo—ah, the busy-ness! (Plus, it’s candy—can’t wait to show the grand­daugh­ters). I do the New York Times Sun­day cross­word, but I give myself all week to do it. For a diver­sion, I’ll do the cross­word on the last page of The Week (our favorite news source)—much easier.

I have tried to fig­ure out the attrac­tion of jigsaws—it seems so mind­less. There is just some­thing grat­i­fy­ing about find­ing the right piece to go into the right space. I saw a movie called Sleuth—a guy (Lau­rence Olivi­er) has a puz­zle on his cock­tail table of a snow­storm (all white). He and this oth­er guy (Michael Caine) get into a brawl one night, and the puz­zle is trashed. The next morn­ing when Caine gets up, the puz­zle is back togeth­er! I loved that, but it is com­plete bs. I hate the hard part of the puz­zle. I recent­ly quit a Spi­der­man one, because all I had left was reds and blues and black, all the same shape.

It’s eas­i­er for me to jus­ti­fy cross­words. They involve words, and I am a writer. Also, I believe there is a men­tal aware­ness fac­tor that is impor­tant for us, espe­cial­ly as we age. The two peo­ple I know who have done cross­words for­ev­er are my broth­er and Aunt Faith. Aunt Faith was the sharpest 87 y.o. per­son I ever met, and my broth­er is pret­ty sharp too. Cross­words have been adul­ter­at­ed. You can find most answers on your phone. I try to put that off, but there is also some­thing grat­i­fy­ing about putting a let­ter in a square.

So this is my ques­tion (and the main rea­son for this essay): Is all this just a waste of time? A way to make the days go by? The bible says: “Make the most of your time , for the days are evil…”—and I take the bible seri­ous­ly. It’s easy to say “I’m retired”, but that is a ratio­nal­iza­tion. This is my flash of inspi­ra­tion: God wants us to enjoy our­selves. I don’t mean hedo­nism (not very enjoy­able any­way). I used to think Jesus left and it was our job to pro­mote Him. Total­ly wrong. We just need to join Him. The oper­at­ing instruc­tions are sim­ple: love God and love your neighbor.

This is a crazy illus­tra­tion, but it’s a true sto­ry. I have fin­ished two puz­zles in this time of coro­na (the first I did, and this last—photo). Both times there was one piece miss­ing! (Fel­low puz­zlers know how upset­ting this is.) I searched high and low—and the next day Karen did too (she doesn’t like things unfin­ished, and she is sym­pa­thet­ic to me). Both times the piece appeared (mirac­u­lous­ly, in a vis­i­ble place) in the next 24 hours. I know the obvi­ous: two old dod­der­ing idiots couldn’t see what was right in front of them—yeah, maybe. But we know for sure that when we found the piece, God and Jesus and the Holy Spir­it laughed.

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