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Protruding heads!
Tonight -- this morning, yesterday evening and yesterday afternoon, technically -- I did something I haven't done in nearly eight years: I worked on a jigsaw puzzle. The last one was with Phill's parents, while we waited for him to come around from the anaesthesia from his hernia surgery. (Phill was quite upset they put him under general instead of local because he wanted to see the doctors have at it.)
My brother bought a puzzle of DaVinci's The Last Supper for his (ex?)girlfriend, and is going to give her the completed project as a gift sometime next week. Problem is, he's having a very tough time putting it together. He asked me for help, y'know, if I wanted to, and I happily agreed. We started around five-thirty and only just decided to quit for now. The worst of it? ALL WE GOT DONE WAS THE BORDER. This thing is incredibly hard, and I'm not looking forward to working on the puzzle proper at all.
About half an hour ago, we were almost done with the border (and lamenting the loss of a few pieces) when I discovered that, hey, there were more pieces left than I had space for. Coincidentally, the number of leftover pieces was the same as the number of missing pieces. But the funny part was that the leftover pieces didn't fit where the missing pieces were. Logic, alongside very, very, very, careful inspection (my nose was maybe an inch away from the puzzle), revealed that some of the pieces along the edge were quite wrong, and they had to come out. Some of the leftover pieces then fit, but we wound up with more gaps than we had, so we waved our white flags.
I did manage to help quite a bit, though, if my methods were a little methodical and time-consuming (and not exactly mistake-free, either). And it was a very pleasant distraction, to boot. I hadn't really planned on doing anything else today, except reading, so it worked out well. My parents were trying to help, but they were annoying and told us stuff we already knew or had figured out. My mother, was helping Matt look for a particular piece, and it had a bump on the top of it, which she called a "protruding head." ... As opposed to?
So, yeah, I'll probably be working on it tomorrow, too. XD It's fun!
My brother bought a puzzle of DaVinci's The Last Supper for his (ex?)girlfriend, and is going to give her the completed project as a gift sometime next week. Problem is, he's having a very tough time putting it together. He asked me for help, y'know, if I wanted to, and I happily agreed. We started around five-thirty and only just decided to quit for now. The worst of it? ALL WE GOT DONE WAS THE BORDER. This thing is incredibly hard, and I'm not looking forward to working on the puzzle proper at all.
About half an hour ago, we were almost done with the border (and lamenting the loss of a few pieces) when I discovered that, hey, there were more pieces left than I had space for. Coincidentally, the number of leftover pieces was the same as the number of missing pieces. But the funny part was that the leftover pieces didn't fit where the missing pieces were. Logic, alongside very, very, very, careful inspection (my nose was maybe an inch away from the puzzle), revealed that some of the pieces along the edge were quite wrong, and they had to come out. Some of the leftover pieces then fit, but we wound up with more gaps than we had, so we waved our white flags.
I did manage to help quite a bit, though, if my methods were a little methodical and time-consuming (and not exactly mistake-free, either). And it was a very pleasant distraction, to boot. I hadn't really planned on doing anything else today, except reading, so it worked out well. My parents were trying to help, but they were annoying and told us stuff we already knew or had figured out. My mother, was helping Matt look for a particular piece, and it had a bump on the top of it, which she called a "protruding head." ... As opposed to?
So, yeah, I'll probably be working on it tomorrow, too. XD It's fun!
