Kathy sent me a care package to cheer me up after my surgery. One of the things she included was a jigsaw puzzle with a modernistic image of the Eiffel Tower. Her accompanying note reminded me that, even though we had to cancel our Bali-Australia-New Zealand trip, Ted and I will be going to Paris next July to celebrate our 50th anniversary.
I wasn’t sure how far I’d get with the puzzle after Ted’s and my aborted puzzle experiment, but 300 pieces was far less intimidating than 1000 pieces.