Wow! big day here—National Puzzle Day. It’s a
state holiday here in Pennsylvania—everything is
closed up and people are home doing puzzles!
As you might recall, I’m working on my New Yorker dog puzzle–
with the dog sitting on the stoop selling his junk at a tag sale.
It’s hard, but fun, too. It’s a tiny bit tricky because more than once I’ve mistaken a piece as a “fit” and found out later that it didn’t quite—–and you know I’m not stupid so it must be the puzzle.
I’m missing one piece as part of that red plaid watch on the steps–
here it is on the box picture:
Can you see the red watch in my puzzle?–
upper rightish . . . I need to finish it with a
piece that has a red “head” and a little bit of
beige-y orange speckle . . . can’t find it.
All for today—oh! Middlemarch? yes, still reading along. I’m sorry
to tell you that Casaubon and Dorothea are having a rocky time of
it on their honeymoon in Rome. Not quite the way she pictured her
marriage would go . . .
It’s not a book to keep you up reading til the wee hours. (In fact,
ONE wee hour is about as much as is called for each night! heh-heh)