Puzzles...past and present

I am thinking about what to email Mr. Loewenstein.

I will thank him for sharing stories with me.
Will I send him a link to this blog?

This would constitute a new step in the process - including the people who have become part of the story as readers and possible participants in the story since they may leave comments. As I write this I feel that I must include the link and tell him about the blog.

This is a puzzle...I like puzzles.

It is a moving puzzle and the pieces aren't set and predetermined to make a picture, which is really a story.

When I looked at the furniture designs today I thought "these look like puzzles that move from 2D to 3D".

I have a new understanding about why my father wouldn't let me keep the Barbie Townhouse he and my mother bought me for Hanuka when I was a child. I remember him trying to put it together for hours while I sat on the stairs - watching. He was frustrated and eventually yelled out, "This is going back! If a Harvard architect can't put it together then it's a piece of junk!" Oh, I cried and cried. I wanted that Barbie Townhouse.

I get it now - it offended him. It was poorly designed and if design is a learned thought process then it couldn't be good for me to play with a badly designed toy.

xoxo,
Bob's Daughter