Before the pandemic, it was Wayne who always had a jigsaw puzzle going. I generally ignored it, though near the finish I’d give in to temptation, setting in a piece or two. Now they’re a part of my life.
During the shutdown, we were delighted when gifted with or loaned puzzles. When thrift stores opened up again, I began buying used ones—3-4 at a time (when lucky).
Our latest puzzle turned into a surprise. The border was clearly not going to be the same flower picture as promised by the box.
But the surprise was a pleasant one, anticipating where these flowers would be placed.
I wish all of life’s surprises could hold that same pleasurable anticipation.
Sophie
Sophie’s sling doesn’t allow for much steering. We go where she wants—or carry her. This morning she walked all the way to the park, with the sling’s assistance. Once there, she didn’t want to leave.
Monsoons
Monsoon rains are back in the state. Even without rain, evenings bring welcome clouds and cooling winds. We’re back to the question of whether to empty rain barrels or not.
A fellow walker and I agreed this slice of rainbow was a good omen.
Omen of what? Who knows?
We can pleasurably anticipate.
Kate Harrington 