Thursday, May 29, 2008

Puzzle Talk

I feel crummy today. I have blown my nose so often, I can't hear anymore. I don't feel creative. I really just want a nap... so I decided to reorganize my work room.

I started by making three piles - save, hmmmm, and donate. Ok, four piles - I have to admit to the "why-on-earth-have-you-saved-this?-THROW-IT-AWAY!" pile. Furniture had to be moved from room to room to provide sensible storage. Dust had to be dealt with... and most of the job was done single-handed. My other hand was holding a tissue to my Rudolph-esque nose.

Throughout the job, I kept seeing this old puzzle I bought a few weeks ago. It's a map of the United States - all 48 of them! The tattered box is an awkward size and very dusty, so it doesn't have an assigned home...yet. It just sits there talking to me.

antique map puzzleYes... I said "talking to me." Every time I see this puzzle, this is what I hear:

I have learned in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. Philippians 4:11

Appropriate words for a snuffy, grumpy cleaning woman, huh?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very cute! Although it wasn't intended to be "cute". So did you put it all together yet?
cherith (just in case i'm not clearly identified)

cHim-prints said...

By "put...together" - are you referring to the room? Or the puzzle?

Either way, the answer is the same. Mostly.

Marcie said...

Is your nose shiny like Rudolph's? ... or just red? Little minds would like to know. Juliana says, "I wish I had that puzzle, sounds cool, where do you get it?"