I would be so wrong of me if I didn’t choose Jigsaw puzzles as my favorite J things. My family would never let it pass. The obsession is obvious every time we gather in a group, like for Thanksgiving. But even when there are just two or three of us, it seems we have to have a puzzle to draw us together at the table. We work at it while we talk. It’s really quite addictive. Plus, I really think there’s a genetic component to this proclivity toward jigsaw puzzles since it spans three generations of our family. That’s proof, right?
I’m not naming names here, but:
Some of us bring a puzzle even if we have to fly thousands of miles with it in our suitcase.
Some of us shop all year round for the perfect puzzle for the “next one”.
Some of us panic when we run out of puzzles before we run out of holiday time.
Some of us check puzzles out of the library like other people check out books.
Some of us hide the last piece for fear we won’t get to put it in.
Some of us are afraid to go to bed for fear someone else will finish the puzzle before morning.
Some of us stay up all night to finish the puzzle before morning.
Some of us never want to take the puzzles apart and hide them under the bed for years.
Puzzles are good for the brain. They teach your brain to think of any way it can to find the next piece, to be flexible. Sometimes the clue is the color, sometimes it’s the shape – the differences can be so subtle. We can actually feel ourselves getting smarter doing a puzzle. And doing puzzles teaches cooperation. You can only bend over another person’s space for so long before they cooperate and move to another side, as they should.
This winter we did “Puzzle Marathon” which I pictured on Facebook and am all too happy to post again here in tribute to the puzzle gene…
Seriously, this is only about half of the puzzles that we did, but you get the idea. Doing puzzles is truly one of my favorite things.
Do you do puzzles? Yes or no?