grateful for puzzles

My obsession is a little odd.

I worked on two of them this weekend since the first one was at my house which seems to be haunted by a ghost. I realize there isn't actually a ghost but its hard to convince yourself of that when you're home alone on a Saturday night and there are scary noises coming from the basement. Not even the allure of my rad technicolor brush-stroke 750-piece was enough to convince me to stay.  Instead, I trekked over to my mom's house where I broke out something called a "Pawzzle" which is just as cute as it sounds.

While she and her husband snoozed away upstairs, I got down on that furry little number and really had at it. I didn't complete it that evening like I had intended to. I was really hoping that it would be the first thing my mom saw when she woke up and that she would think a prowler had broken into her house simply to complete one of her puzzles and drink the beer that they had brought with them in a very Portlandesque crime. But alas, she saw that the door to my room was closed and solved the not-really-all-that-complicated riddle.

The good news was, I got to spend the morning sipping coffee and solving the world's problems with my very own life coach. We laughed, we cried, we discussed the soul and the true self and tried to answer the question "who watches the watchers"- pretty standard for us. It was lovely. So I am grateful for the tool that brought us together. And also for my mom. And the ghost. And the coffee.