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 Lauria sends us jigsaw puzzles, usually 750 pieces, but this time this one arrived.  A few years ago a friend sent me one of multi-colored, various shapes and sizes, ocean seashells. I wanted so badly to solve it but after trying man strategies, got frustrated and put the dang 1000 pieces back where it belonged......in the box!  So when I saw this

very busy puzzle I set it on a table where it rested for a few weeks before mustering up the courage to open and spread the 1000 pieces onto three pre-cut cardboard slabs.  



I was presently surprised when I discovered letters on the flip-side of the puzzle pieces.  We've never seen this in previous puzzles. After flipping all pieces to show letters, the shapes then were separated into to  nine sections, a through i.


                                                      Today, less than a week after opening the box.

The puzzle is from China so "a" section is to the far right and "c"is left.  I decided to go to "g" after finishing the top third and then jumped to "i".  To keep the puzzle a challenge for my aging brain, I don't place the pieces in the correct position by looking at the back of each one before trying to fit one in.  Solving by shape and color is more of a challenge.  Cliff can't engage in this one for very long.  At the Tuesday visit with the oncologist, Dr. Shuenemen explained that Cliff's energy begins at about 75% in the morning and is depleted as the day goes on.  The cancer causes inflammation as the body is trying to maintain homeostasis causing his fatigue during the day. Inflammation causes brain fatigue and he can't focus on the puzzle.  Gardens are changing with the August heat and humidity.  Soon the fall veggies will be showing up at the market but we still look forward to walking the market and seeing what's available.  



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