How to Waste a Weekend Without Trying

This weekend, while all our friends were slathering at the bit to go to California Extreme, we wound up embroiled in a much more decidedly low tech pursuit. I'd like to blame Tony, but the fault starts with me. One of my more girly aspects is a fetish for a rather Beatrix Potter-esqe world known as Brambly Hedge. It started with a tea set, and blossomed into a collection that embarasses every little butch fiber of my being. Part of the fun is in the hunt itself, as it is a British thing and very randomly do things come out in the states. This was the case for my latest aquisition, a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle, which I had to have regardless of the fact that I would never actually try to assemble the thing.
Well, that's what I thought anyway.
Friday night, as we were discussing all the nifty things we could do have this weekend, Tony picked up the box and suggested we put it together- together. Heh. Sounded like fun. A few hours of date-like behavior to kick off the weekend activities.
I mean, how long could it take to put one of these things together, anyway...

Well, it's Sunday night. California Extreme came and went. As did our plans to go hit Trader Vic's and see the Philidelphia Story at the Stanford. We're about halfway through the cream pieces. These little beauties are all the same color with no markings whatsoever on them. We are down to what Tony has euphemistically refered to as 'brute force algorithm cryptography.' I am no longer attempting to claim there are pieces missing, but I really DID have plans for this weekend.
Two OCD candidates with a jigsaw puzzle is the kind of situation that proves the universe has a sense of humor.

Comments

[Jen]

jigsaws = crack

Thank *god* Robert and I didn't come over -- we'd still be there. And while that's nifty to contemplate, we actually did manage to get some stuff done.

The only thing keeping us from puzzling is the kitties, who are 100% likely to steal & maul at least one piece of each puzzle.

Hrm. I theorize that jigsaw puzzles are a subset (subsequence?) of primate-type grooming behaviour.

[Stephanie]

Nah, you'd be home by now. We finished the puzzle last night. Gah! No more creamy off-white- I'm snowblind...
I don't know about grooming, but I will say the puzzle fired off the same little neuron patterns that make computer solitaire a dangerous timesuck for me.
And oddly enough, I'm now contemplating buying another one.