Done, that is all I can say about my jigsaw puzzle adventure. I enjoyed it, despite moments of frustration and, thanks to the heat in the room I was working, sweat. I had great moments of accomplishment (getting all the sky or snow done) and moments of great aggravation when I couldn't locate a piece I was looking for. Either way, it is done now.
A friend commented that it wasn't a particularly hard puzzle--he may be right, but not having done one for years, it seemed hard enough to me.
As far as accomplishments go, this one doesn't rate very high. It was fun, but since it isn't a primary hobby I can't really jump for joy. In addition, what am I going to do with it now? Most likely, soon after finishing this blog, I will take it apart, put all of it (hopefully) back in the box and give it away to somebody who would appreciate doing it. I don't have room to keep it (though I do have a large bottle of puzzle glue, so I could keep it--but it isn't about trains, or Japan, so ..... not likely going to happen.)
The same friend who watered down my accomplishment said that he hates completing jigsaw puzzles, that there is in fact a kind of melancholy associated with it. I can't really agree, but I understand where that feeling comes from. I experience it with good books, or even watching the final episode in a TV series that I have followed. In this case, though, I was pretty happy to slam that last piece home. I did it without ceremony, or pause to consider how final the act would be. I was just happy to be done. Now I can move onto something else.
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