Yes, it's a rusting hull, but everytime I look at it I just see puzzle pieces. Jigsaw puzzle pieces to be exact. When it came to cards, we played Crazy Eights, Old Maids, 500, Gin Rummy among others. However, when the chips were down, Mom was an early 'game changer'. She knew just when to pull out those puzzles from the back closet. We often had a couple going on the kitchen table on those long, boring winter evenings. It was amazing how far a glass of homemade chocolate milk and a jigsaw puzzle could take her. When she had her stroke, I remember staying at Maine Medical Center till early morning trying to keep my mind off of reality by working on one of these puzzles. I think it was a fall, covered bridge scene.
Why do I remember these things?
Why does this look like puzzle pieces to me?
She always told us to start from the edges and work towards the middle.
If you do it right, a pile of chaos can turn into quite a bit of satisfaction, and take your mind to a different locale for a few hours.