Cross that off my list! This morning I solved the Rubik’s Cube. Granted. It was with a detailed set of instructions entitled, How to Solve a Rubik’s Cube.
I’m not going to kid you. This colorful cube has been on my bookshelf for thirty years. Ok. Actually longer than that. Because I remember sitting in the back seat of my family’s car spinning away. My father chiding me, “You’re never going to figure that out.”
Since then and every now and again I pick it up and twist it around and fret. Kind of dumb. But. Really and truly. I have always and forever wanted to make every side solid.
Six solid sides. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
I’ve wanted to solve the damned Rubik’s Cube for more than three-quarters of my life.
A year or two ago I even tried to follow a you tube fellow who guaranteed I could solve it with him. Nothing. No doing. No such luck.
I started at it two nights ago. Here’s the trick. Max and Henry believed I could do it. Tim, not so much.
I worked within my limits. I read through a handful of instructions. Familiarized myself with the idea of a cube. It’s three dimensions. The terminology of the “how to.”
Then I put it down.
Until I was ready.
This morning I was ready. And within 10 minutes. It was solved.
Isn’t that the craziest thing?