I used to do puzzles with my mom all the time when I was her age. We had a half sheet of panelling that we did the puzzles on. We'd sit on the couch, "watching" TV with the puzzle in our laps. It's probably why to this day I cannot just sit and watch television...I usually knit, too. I remember doing 3000 piece puzzles with her. This one is only 1000 pieces, but it seems difficult. It's been years so maybe it will take a bit to train my eyes again.
Granma Claudia sent an alligator game the other day. The players take turns pushing down the teeth until his mouth slams shut and he laughs at you. All five of the kids have gotten a kick out of it.
I finished knitting this pillow cover several years ago. I finally stitched the sides together and now it is up on Emily's bed.
I did some transplanting yesterday and made my seed planting schedule. I really need to get busy, but am more in a cleaning mode than anything. We emptied out the last bedroom and boxed up those toys. Next is our third bathroom that has been used for storage the last couple of years. I'll get it emptied out so Homer can install the new toilet (that's been sitting her for a couple years) and then we can use that shower again, but we'll remove the tub (they are separate). By doing that we can put in a door that will connect another bedroom and the two will be able to share the bathroom. Still a long way to go, but at least we've been making progress.
Nick did not make the soccer team. In fact, the coach cut several seniors telling them that he was keeping the younger players to work with them. Really? So we just plan for the future, but disregard the here and now. For these boys it was their last chance to participate in high school athletics, and I know they were all very disappointed. I know Nick felt really good about it and was surprised he got cut. You can prepare yourself to deal with cuts and scrapes, nutrition and education, but the emotional part of parenting is impossible to prepare for. Those are the hurts you can't "fix" and it is heart-breaking. I gave him a hug and told him I was sorry, and then after he left for school I cried my eyes out for his pain. Seems like my boys have needed more than their share of hugs lately, but I have plenty to give them.