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Last night Number One Son proposed we do a puzzle. Since the coffee table in the living room was half encrusted with my papers, I suspect this was an unsuccessful ploy to get me to go off to the bedroom and leave him alone with the remote control. Instead I sent him and his girlfriend downstairs to pick one out, took everything off the table and we spread out the puzzle to work on, while I attempted to watch the last episode of Daniel Deronda despite his running commentary. He doesn't like that boring Mahstahpiece Theatah stuff. Me, I don't like that boring action adventure stuff. They got everything turned over and half the edge pieces sorted out and pieced together before I went off and left them to it. Not that they got that more done.

The puzzle is one we actually haven't done before, very colorful flowers in shallow focus with a monarch butterfly in the middle. The box says there are more than 500 pieces, but as it is actually second hand (probably from some garage sale) I suspect some bits are missing, although of course we won't know until it's done. I like that, makes it more challenging. I particularly enjoy piecing together the colors and textures, mostly zinnias, with some marigolds, phlox, delphiniums, pinks, purple centaurea, and plenty of greenery, some in sharp focus and some very fuzzy. I doubt it will last us two more days.

And as an extra benefit of the project, I have got all this junk pulled off the coffee table, and out from under.