A Reader Without A Book

When I was a kid in school, every year they would show the old movie A Man Without A Country in Social Studies. Does the fact that I still remember it some 40 years later mean it made an impact? I would have to say so!

Yesterday I was stranded at the Buick dealership for eight hours without a book. I was desolate! I was ungrounded! I was miserable! There was a small mountain of old magazines...Progressive Farmer, Garden and Gun, etc...but I have never been a reader of magazines. I subscribe to a single publications, Martha Stewart Living.

There was TV, but just how much daytime TV can one person take? I discovered a corner, behind a rack of literature, with a barely started jigsaw puzzle. Suffice it to say that when I left yesterday, it was 2/3 complete. The staff was amazed at my puzzle prowess.

I had forgotten how much I enjoy jigsaw puzzles. Any cat owner can tell you there is a specific challenge to working puzzles...pieces disappear. Or a flying ball of fur will suddenly hurl past your face, landing on and skidding across your work surface, destroying all progress and dispersing puzzle pieces throughout the house.

When I got home, I finished a book.