Nova and Maya look like poster children for distance learning here. But as we all know, staring intently at a screen doesn't necessarily mean we're doing something productive.
With a typical jigsaw puzzle, all the pieces are different. There might be slight differences, but at the end of the day, there's only one way the dang thing can go together.
This diabolical puzzle has dozens of tiny identical pieces, meaning there are umpteen mathematical combinations for fitting it together. Only one is correct.
The puzzler has to match up the colors and patterns of what is basically an optical illusion disguised as pinecones. Took him three days.
My peacock is still a work in progress, but hey, some people have other stuff to do around the house.
The weather is changing. Rain is in the forecast for the next 10 days. Yesterday morning after I mailed some packages, I drove the long way home along deserted Alki Beach. It was cold and windy, but I opened the window to breath in the briny clean smell, which reminded me of fresh oysters and happier times.
From The Writer's Almanac this morning:
Signs
by Luci Shaw
In time of drought, let us be thankful
for this very gentle rain,
a gift not to be disdained,
though it is little and brief,
reaching no great depth, barely
kissing the leaves' lips, think of it as
mercy. Other minor blessings may
show up-- tweezers for splinters,
change for the parking meter,
a green light at the intersection,
a cool wind that lifts away summer's
suffocating heat. An apology after
a harsh comment. A word that opens
an unfinished poem like a key in a lock.
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