Tuesday, June 2, 2015

All the right things, in three parts. Item three.

Back in 1996, I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing. The whole world was one big crazy snarl and I couldn’t figure any of it out.
One day, a coworker handed me a simple wooden puzzle. She got it from a vending machine and once it was dissembled, she could not get it back together.
It was so simple, I don’t know how she didn’t see the answer. I reassembled it and she pulled it apart as we talked. That little puzzle was passed back and forth between us, a dozen time or more as we talked.
It was so simple. Hold these pieces gently, like so, and the last piece tied it together. Pass it back, she pulled that piece and the whole thing came apart again.
18 years later, 13 of them married and it all works exactly as it did all those years ago. Jen takes it apart and I put it together as we talk. I pull it apart and Jen puts back together as we talk.
I have no idea where that little wooden puzzle went, but it works just the same.