I Finished a 1500-Piece Puzzle

 I started this puzzle at the end of July.  Our daughter didn't want to tackle so large a puzzle, so she passed it on to me. I'd already given up on another 1500-piece puzzle several years ago. It had a ship passing through a fjord lined with thousands of identical gray rocks. Before long, fearing for my sanity,  I boxed it up and gave it away. Looking at the wisteria blossoms and thatched roof of this one, I anticipated similar trouble, estimating that I'd finish by Halloween if I stuck with it. 

The blossoms and roof came together faster than expected. To my surprise, I finished the puzzle four days ago. Maybe I'm getting better at this. However,  I think a 1500-piece puzzle is just too large for me. I really prefer the 500-piece Ravensburger puzzles with large pieces. They're challenging enough!   

Something Just Clicked

For years I've wondered how my husband could stand to watch so much TV. 'Anything that flickers" is the way he puts it. Talking heads, screaming heads, murder, mayhem, baseball, basketball, boxing, football, golf, hockey, Dog Whisperer, Meerkat Manor, and sometimes even the insufferable Bill O'Reilly. He lounges on the couch, remote in hand, click-click-clicking away. Sometimes I'm passing through the room when a fleeting image catches my interest. A frantic-looking woman will be saying, "--but when our dog dug up that skull in the back yard, we--" CLICK!

"Phil! Get that back! I wanna see that!"

"Wha--? Huh? Sorry." Click, click, click.

But the segment has already ended. "Even the toughest grass stains come out with --"

I can no longer point fingers at him. We've had our new computer for nearly a year. I've discovered blogging and now spend WAY too much time click-click-clicking away on the keyboard. Is there a 12-step program for blogaholics?