My 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.