In 1969 a movie titled Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice made its way to the silver screen. The movie openly explored promiscuity in marriage and spouse-swapping. At the time, I was just entering my teens. I recall the stir made by the movie, but I didn’t fully grasp the implications back then.
Fast-forward to 2016. As much as I distain to mention this, I have degraded to point where I now engage in swapping with other couples. Not spouses. I and two other couples have become jigsaw puzzle-swappers.
This all started innocently enough. A couple I know—we shall call them couple X—purchased a 750 piece jigsaw puzzle and took a few days to put it together. That led them to a few 1000 piece puzzles. Before long, their dining room table always featured a jigsaw puzzle. Innocently enough, another couple—couple Y—stopped by to visit couple X.
You know the story from here.
In a matter of a few weeks, both couple X and couple Y had puzzles spread across their dining room tables. Eventually, that girl and I were similarly exposed to jigsaw puzzles. We purchased our first 1000-piece puzzle on impulse.
At present, three couples are at play with jigsaw puzzles. If you enter any one of our homes, you will find a puzzle under construction. The border will likely be complete, and the other pieces will be strewn about, looking like the remnants of a bombed-out city. All of us are drawn to the puzzles.
I often stop by to visit couple Y on my way home from shopping in Helena. I find myself immediately pulled toward the ever-present unfinished puzzle there. I cannot leave until I have put in place at least one piece. Sometimes I stay for hours, swearing at the pieces, sweating. On occasion, I will find a piece or two that couple Y improperly forced into place in a late-night puzzle binge.
So deep have all of us fallen into the puzzle-building craze, we sometimes call one another on the phone to discuss puzzles. Worse, as indicated by the opening of this blog, we have become puzzle-swappers. We have all began to purchase, build, and swap puzzles once we have had our way with them.
I cannot say if this is normal behavior for couples. At this point, our obsession is complete, and any analysis is moot. We are where we are. Posted today is a photo of the puzzle presently under construction on my dining room table.