parents came to visit for Thanksgiving, before the house was
completed. But we had one electric outlet functioning, so
I bought a stove and dug around in my storage to find the
tablecloth and china. The rocking chair on the right was my
"thinking chair." When a problem arose during construction,
Jon or I would sit there and rock back and forth until the
answer came. Admittedly, we also used it at times to rest
with very little thinking transpiring.