So I haven't written in a while and some of my friends are bugging me to get back at it . . . ironically I'm also bugging the blogger who originally got me started to get back to it as well.
The truth of it is I am still in a funk from recent events & I can't seem to find my sense of the absurd. I get some really good jokes in the email; occasionally a kid does something funny but I just can't see the Golden Glow in all the depressing fog surrounding me. I keep telling myself just hang in until next year; 7 more weeks and I'll turn a corner.
Maybe if I finish unpacking . . . no really there are still boxes in the living room!
Or go back to some of those old joys I can recapture the Glow . . . then it hit me. That's exactly what I need. I need to do puzzles again.
When I was a teenager and faced with a problem, I would do a puzzle with my Mom and we would work and talk - my problem would slip out and she would help me fix it. She said it helped me to organize my mind, feel like I completed something and to see the big picture.
So I have been doing puzzles all over the place & now instead of a hoarder, I am a puzzler!! I have 2 puzzles going at home. I've been doing all kinds of puzzles on the internet to the tune of hours at a time & I've spent a lot of time in the past month or so doing jigsaw puzzles with kids and passing along my mother's wisdom.
Its like someone threw me a rope & I just had to put it together before I could pull myself up. Uh oh, here come the tears again . . . but they are of relief not so much sadness.
I vow to once again haunt the thrift stores & garage sales and keep puzzling my way to the top again.
Thank you to my friends for their patience, support and maintaining the distance I need to grieve in private. Don't worry, I'll work on some punny puzzle jokes for next time.