Saturday, 15 January 2022

Fiz puzzling over jigsaw

The sun is out! I take one last look at Lisbon’s historic cityscape and, then (not without reluctance), I start pulling the pieces of the completed jigsaw puzzle apart and putting them back into their box. 
Doing the jigsaw while the rain pelted down day after day was perfect. A buzz of achievement would flow through me when I found the pieces that filled annoying gaps, and Lisbon’s distinctive yellow trams and its buildings with wrought-iron balconies emerged before me. And as the scene became clearer so did the memories of our time there in 2019, a time when going overseas was de rigueur and Rhine cruises were a hot topic of conversation rather than booster shots and the efficacy of face masks.
The puzzle was a complicated street scene and I enjoyed the challenge, but I also felt guilty about the time I spent working out how the 1,000 pieces slotted together … shouldn’t I be doing something more constructive. I mean it takes time to work out which pieces go where and, once I was on a roll, I wanted to stick with it. There were also times when I walked away in frustration only hours later to glance over the jigsaw pieces laid out on a board on the dining table and to immediately recognise where a piece should go—and I’d be back into it, ignoring the nagging voice telling me that I really should be preparing dinner or whatever. The bloke contributed now and then. He would pour me a wine to encourage dinner preparation and get drawn into making a few strategic placements.
The jigsaw puzzle is a demanding tease! But when you finally crack it and the pieces are all fitted together, you pat yourself on the back, take a photo of the completed scene, and then dismantle it so that you can reclaim the dining room table. I mean it does seem a bit pointless.
And I have to say it. I do associate jigsaw puzzles with aged care places. I know, I know … people of all ages do jigsaw puzzles, but it is just that it is something you can do when you are incapacitated that puts me off. It’s because I can see a time when I might not be so physically active and jigsaw puzzles might be my primary activity. (Mmmmm having written this sentence, I picked up my phone and made an appointment with my osteopath. I don’t want that annoying foot pain to get worse!)

I tell myself to get over my prejudice because having a jigsaw puzzle ready to do isn’t such a bad idea in the era of COVID. Besides, I reason that there are a lot of activities that are just that—activities … doing stuff that exercises the body or the brain or both because it is enjoyable and invigorating. And I’m about to do one of those activities right now. I’m off to the beach for a swim!


1 comment:

Adele said...

Sometimes spending time on things that bring us pleasure and a sense of achievement fill up our cup and give us the energy or contentment to face some of the necessary everyday tasks. Well done Fiz!