Though I swore to myself I would not do another jigsaw puzzle, that’s exactly what I did
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What cruel circumstances led to this? Well, it is a combination of forgetful ambition and the words of a parent who seemed eager to do the puzzle.
The forgetful optimism allowed me to forget the agony of the last puzzle and think “Hey! A puzzle would be fun!” The words of my Mom made me think that she would like to do a puzzle together to, in her words, “keep me sharp.” Well, she took one look at the pieces and said, “There really small.” I guess that is what I get by buying the puzzle at the Dollar Tree. I certainly wasn’t expecting perfection, I just hoped it wouldn’t be as bad as the last one.
In the end, it wasn’t terrible and I finished it rather quickly. Despite not containing trains or train tracks or similar stuff, it was a pretty nice picture. Now all I have to do is find somebody who wants it.
