So all that lighthouse stuff is exciting, but this is MY blog, so I'm gonna redirect things. While they're out looking for excitement, I'm back here doing my duty. In other words, relaxing. When we moved we sold pretty much everything we owned, so for the time being the only furniture we have in the living room is mom's favorite rocker, which goes with us everywhere, and dad's chair- and mine when mom doesn't feel like sharing the rocker.
This chair isn't really my idea of comfortable, but at least they gave me a pillow (actually, I think the pillow is for dad's back. The old guy's getting, well, older.)(okay, I should talk. Whatever.) to curl up on. It's just a cheap lawn chair dad found, but it does the trick until they pick up some new stuff.