Musings at Altitude

After almost 2 full days of puzzle mongering, I finally get to share my “honey I’m home” stories!  It almost got ugly though.  My son came strolling in to help with the final 30 or so pieces, and then came the inevitable fight to put that last piece in the puzzle:

 

I’d like to point out several things about this picture.  First, my son has an enormous amount of courage (or stupidity) to fight his mother for that last piece of the puzzle when his mother compulsively focused on this puzzle for almost two days.  Second, it’s not obvious in this picture, but my wife was holding two pieces of the puzzle for the last half hour to make sure she would have that final piece…she’s also very compulsive about planning ahead.  Third, judging by the look on my wife’s face and the laser beams coming from her eyes, this could have been a life and death situation…not for her…but surely for him.  And fourth and finally, what kind of son would attempt to steal that kind of last piece of the puzzle pleasure from his mother.  I’m so proud of him!

The really good news is that my wife has now said that she can focus on me and is looking forward to a quiet dinner together.  She doesn’t yet know that the Lakers-Celtics game starts in an hour so any quiet dinner will most likely need to be in front of a big TV in a sports bar environment!  I hope the elation of finishing the puzzle will temper the distress that might be coming when she realizes it’s my turn to be compulsive!