Is Life Sometimes One Big, Keep Out Sign?

RotatedKeepOutSignManhattan-20120907-00103I work in New York City’s financial district — which means breakfast, lunch, and dinner in a perpetual construction zone.  I’ve swallowed so many “Keep Out” signs, they’re holding my bones together.  Seriously, after 13 years of these signs, even when I don’t see them, I subconsciously keep myself out.  So now, I’m looking for open doors.  Like this alligator on a wall near my house, apparently an escapee from the Gowanus Canal:

Alligator Wall
Alligator Wall
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Trying to Assemble Spring

Spring in Progress
Spring in Progress

Some of you know about my KenKen and Sudoku addictions from my last post.  I might as well also admit to jonesing for a good jigsaw puzzle now and then.  Especially now, when it’s below freezing outside at night, but just days away from spring.  It’s irrational, I know, but I start to feel that if I can fit together each piece of spring, the weather will follow.

I’ve done my part — the puzzle is done now.  It’s up to the weather to cooperate . . .  I promise I’ll keep the puzzle on our kitchen table until it does.

Spring -- assembled!
Spring — Assembled!