My wife and I have been working on this 2,000 piece puzzle for what seems like a hundred years, and it’s reminded me of how much I hate puzzles.
And wouldn’t you know it? The pain dissolves, I take a deep breath, and resume the long, slightly fuzzier battle. All of that, however, is only to reach the conclusion where we discover we didn’t just put together a 2,000 piece puzzle.We put together a 1,999 piece puzzle.
Friends, it’s a love/hate relationship. Puzzles, that is.
It’s frustrating, right? All of the blood, sweat and tears put into this 2,000 piece project only to come up one piece short. If only I could simply relate this to something all us Minnesota sports fans experience year after year, but I just can’t put my finger on it.If only I could think of an MLB baseball team that resides in the heart of Minneapolis that brings us so much love at the beginning of the season only to bring us to the pits of hell towards the middle and then brings up our hopes at the end.
I just wish I could think of this team composed of pitchers and catchers, outfielders and infielders, All-Stars and injury prone Miguels, this analogy would be complete. Yet instead here I sit typing away only to come up one piece short yet again.
My love/hate relationship with puzzles is spot on. It’s fun jumping into a new activity with the Misses. Yet it brings out so much hatred, especially when that love is so strong to start with and then it returns only to toss you in the friendzone at the end.
Now, while this puzzle may have come up short, we don’t hold a grudge. No no, we come back for another go, but this time we don’t set our sights as high. Instead we set them up for the anticipation of disappointment.Anyway, on a completely unrelated note, the Twins seem to be gearing up for a pretty sweet run. Will this be the year we finally win a playoff game?
Hermantown boy living in the desert.