Futterwacken

Ella talked me into buying a 1000 piece Alice in Wonderland puzzle last Sunday. It was packaged in an attractive box designed to mimic a book, and over the course of the week--an hour here, 20 minutes there, jockeying all those pieces around until they fit just right--I finally finished it. I was convinced that several pieces were missing--they were either eaten by one of the dogs or sucked into the vacuum--right up until the final three clicked into place. I was very close to giving up, but determined not to deconstruct what we had built so far and toss the scrambled pieces back into the box.

It's that way with life sometimes, too.