The breeze is slight, enough to be refreshing without the possibility of a chill, enough to stimulate the motion of thought.
There is a puzzle table here too, covered by an 80X48 inch foam board that's wrapped in a dark fabric. The Ravensburger puzzle that will fill this board is 60X40 inches when assembled. It will fit, but I soon discover, as I begin laying out the pieces, that the unconnected, randomized pieces will not. This is taken in stride, and is in fact, expected. The puzzle is of Pieter Bruegel the Elder's "Tower of Babel." Its assembly is my first task of retirement.
The pieces of the puzzle are roughly 1/2 on a side. I can imagine installing a large, adjustable, magnifying lense over the table so that I can gaze down on them with the precision of a god. I resist the temptation to eat the pieces as I place them out on the board. The colors are rich and dark browns, blues, greens, whites, the apparent creations of a talented chocolatier. On the reverse side of each piece is the same neutral color, a useful aid in setting the good side up-- a dark, ink blue, as devoid of color nuance as if to exist in a different dimension.
On another foam board, 24X48 I will gather all the pieces having some white related to the sky. First I will make the huge border of the puzzle. Then the sky I will either do first or last-- possibly first to keep the pieces from being lost.
Here is the puzzle image:
O what fun! if you click on the picture of Pieter Bruegal on the main page in Wikipedia, you get the picture and under it this description:
"In this drawing by Pieter Brueghel the Elder, the pooper is thought to be a poop portrait." Babel indeed!
Somewhere else on the page you find the information un-babeled:
"In this drawing by Pieter Brueghel the Elder, ''the painter'' is thought to be a self portrait."
BUT NOW for something completely different that instantly had me singing "The Rain in Spain falls mainly on the Plain." I could only attempt to justify this to Mr. Shaw by referencing my multiple performances in "My Fair Lady."
Somewhere down in the list under ephemera is the sale of Shaw's typewriter. But frankly, most of the list items set me to drooling to a greater or lesser extent.
So I give you The Tower and the Typewriter. The actual writing of the novel is left to the student...