I Do Too Much: Legos

I got my first Lego set for Christmas, 2018. My brother had received one the year before and I’d found myself weirdly jealous. His first (and only) set was the Statue of Liberty and mine was The Golden Gate Bridge. My second Lego set was a ship in a bottle situation that ending up causing me all kinds of turmoil. My third was a VW bus. I don’t have a ton of interest in cars but Lego seems a bit too caught up in Harry Potter and Jurassic Park, so my options are limited. That’s how I ended up with my subsequent Beatle and Fiat.

I also built a bookstore with an attached row house. 

I inadvertently designated today Lego Day in honor of my son, Aubrey. Aubrey turned seven today and he’s the most proficient Lego-er I know.

So did I wake up thinking “Hooray! I get to play like a kid all day?” No. I woke up trying to remember which thing it was that I’d told myself I had to do today and then I avoided Legos for as long as I could.

I made the kids peanut butter banana birthday pancakes. I sat in bed trying to digest the peanut butter banana pancakes. I took care of some emails, did a 12 minute workout, and showered. Finally, I forced myself to sit down with my Legos and the sun was in my eyes.

That’s when I first realized the importance of being flexible while adhering a strict and unyielding set of guidelines. I was supposed to play Legos but the position of the sun was making it wildly uncomfortable. For the next two hours I moved between the bedroom and the balcony, shifting the sun from my eyes to my tums and letting the clouds have my eyes.

I originally thought Legos would be best played high. Then I started making all kinds of mistakes that Aubrey had to eventually correct. I don’t think I’d ever before played sober Legos for as long as I did today and I was tickled to discover it’s just about as confusing when I’m not high.

I’ll post a picture when it’s all done and then I’ll probably do a time lapse of the auto garage I’m starting next.