Sep 8

This is really going to make me squawk like a small Italian crested heron.

First, during a plane ride a couple of days ago, we saw a marina with the boat slips partially empty.  It reminded me of the little plastic parts of a model airplane just out of the box, ready to be pulled from the grid, assembled and glued.

I always kept the grid too, even after the pieces were removed, because of the perfect order, the T shapes, the empty places ready for the boats to move in.

And second, now that this Van Gogh jigsaw puzzle is coming together in beautiful order, you'd think one orange piece of ground would show up in a box full of blues and greens.  This 1500 piece puzzle was a gift from Gin (short for Virginia Anne Marie Paul Micucci, Italian by injection) who bought it at the downtown GoodWill and was sure all the pieces were there.

The squawk is about disorder.  I'm sure there's a fractal missing somewhere in the Universe.  And by walking the crest of the hill, like the crest of a heron, the boats will move into their slips, and the puzzle pieces will fall into place if the squawking is loud enough.