Is It a Jigsaw Puzzle or the Last Throes of Human Existence? | Sojourners

Is It a Jigsaw Puzzle or the Last Throes of Human Existence?

Retirement, day 748.
The illustration shows two skeletons sitting at a yellow table working on a puzzle, with cobwebs, flies and mice all over the scene.
Illustration by Melanie Lambrick 

THERE WAS NO WARNING.

I had just returned from a task that brings meaning and purpose to a retiree (triple-A batteries were on sale across town), but stepping over the threshold of my front door, I knew something was wrong.

In the middle distance, our dining room table — a place of memorable family gatherings and special dinners with friends — had been defiled with dozens of randomly shaped pieces of colored cardboard.

I gasped. This monstrous intrusion had presumably been placed there by the other member of my household, whose name I could not utter without a fierce complaint, the cry of a man wounded by a symbol of the last throes of human existence ... the jigsaw puzzle.

She: Oh, you’re home. I found that puzzle I’d misplaced.

Me: But I’m not ready for puzzles! It’s what you do when there’s little left to life, when you’re one step away from the grave!

She: Don’t be silly.

Me: I’m still a young man! In elephant years, I’m a teenager. I just got my driver’s license, for heaven’s sake!

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