Lego Therapy

A couple of weeks ago, in a fit of nostalgia, I picked up this Lex Luthor versus Superman and Wonder Woman Lego set - mostly, in truth, for the adorable minifigures.  It took me about an hour to put the robot together, and I marvelled at the little touches; if you look closely, you can see that both the robot and the Superman-destroying pistol it's carrying are powered by little chunks of Kryptonite. Good thing Superman called Wonder Woman for help! (A couple of posts back Jeff asked if I'd constructed the robot from scratch. Sadly, no; it came from a kit.)

Building Lex's robot turned out to be surprisingly therapeutic. During the time it took to build the set, I felt all my stress dissipating; it was really quite remarkable. So two weekends ago I found myself at the Lego store in Southgate mall, where I picked up a couple of Lone Ranger sets and an assortment of extra minifigures. Sylvia and I are going to build the Lone Ranger stuff together this weekend.

Until a couple of weeks ago, I'd forgotten why I loved Lego so much as a boy. Now I remember, and not just with my brain, but with my hands. What a great toy. Lego forever!