I love a good puzzle. jigsaw puzzles mostly. Unfortunately nobody else in my family does, so it is usually me sitting at the table with The Associate underneath and around concocting an elaborate game. As instructed by The Associate I only speak when asked a question by her about her make believe universe. These questions could be about anything and I must answer correctly or she becomes exasperated, and recedes back underfoot. Hey, at least I get to do my puzzle, and she is only being partially ignored.
One year while hunting for treasure in a giant red barn in upstate NY, I found an old wooden puzzle. The box was a mess and there was no sign of a picture, so of course i bought it. It sat on my table for awhile. I pushed the pieces around a bit, but I couldn’t tease out the image. So what do I do you ask?
I drill holes in them, obviously, and make earrings!
I like the last pair because they look like Ohio.