It is maddening, really, the illogicality behind the common 1,000-piece puzzle. Some factory takes a large piece of cardboard, prints a perfectly fine picture on it and, at that point they have, well, a perfectly fine picture.
But then for some reason (evil capitalism, no doubt), they run it through a machine that chops that one perfectly fine picture into 1,000 tiny pieces. Then some unsuspecting soul buys it, not considering that it has already been “whole” once, and spends who knows how many hours making it whole once again.
It would be far more efficient not to chop it up in the first place.
This past week, my family and I took a very needed vacation/research trip for my next book. When we do this each year, we are accustomed to doing so along with my in-laws, thus resulting in a happy cacophony of seven people in a vehicle, then a condo.
We went this time to Fort Walton Beach, Fla. It was a really great time. We went to see Fort Pickens, where Geronimo was held. We took time to see the Air Force Armament Museum. We played on the beach; we visited the Indian Temple Mound, we went bowling (hilarious, that).