I have an incredible father. I thought that it would be fun to do something at home in the nest during his visit as the weather can be unpredictable. I have been thinking about doing a puzzle for nearly a year now and he has been nice enough to humor me.
I picked a puzzle of an old 17th century map. The box actually contains two 500 piece puzzles, one of the Americas and one of Europe, Africa, Asia and Antartica. I thought that this would be one that my father would enjoy and quite frankly didn't listen hard enough to figure out if this was actually the case.
I had no idea how difficult a 500 piece puzzle could be. Last night we started it with A. and managed to do the outer pieces. I learned a great about myself and my father that night. I tend to sort out the puzzle pieces into categories: all pieces with red together, all pieces with orange and black lines in another pile, and pieces with writing also need to be seperated. Then I started sorting them out by subcatgories as I realized that there were different types of writing. I even started putting the categories and subcategories into ziploc bags that I had saved from my trip to Lebanon. This made me laugh because I had so many ziploc bags on my trip that I ended up not even remembering what I had wanted to put in them. As my mind struggled to find order in the chaos of puzzle pieces and ziploc bags, I started getting anxious. My father did not seem to see the categories that I had devised and was trying to work on the puzzle in what I considered a haphazard manner. How were we ever going to solve the puzzle this way!
Working on the puzzle, I not only realized that I tend to to break problems down into managable pieces but also that I have a very particular way of breaking problems down that not everyone understands at first glance. I also noticed that my father started by looking at the map, whereas I would look at the individual shapes and colors of the pieces as I worked. My father was the wide angle and I was the telephoto lens. I also came to realize that while I was very much focused on solving the puzzle, my father was going with the flow. He was more concerned with spending time with his daughter than finding that one piece that fit in this rather complicated puzzle.
We are no where near being done, and may not be by the time he leaves. If we ever finish it, it will look something like the map above. No matter what, we are enjoying ourselves and my father is learning about the fine art of categories while I am trying desperately to mellow out.
A Sunday Scribbling...