Puzzled

Last year, my daughter gave me a puzzle for my birthday.  Last week, in a fit of household reorganizing (aka decluttering), I decided it was high time I cracked open this box to see if I could still climb the puzzle mountain.

Being only 550 pieces, I did not feel daunted at the prospect.  My grandmother and I used to put together three or five thousand piece puzzles during the summer months when I was in grade school.

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