My folks have been here for about two weeks for their snowbird stint, and, finally, hopefully, tonight we'll have furniture for them to occupy the new space [ETA: as I was typing this, they called to say they'd be here to deliver it in a few minutes].
Pro: I haven't had to cook or do dishes
Con: They eat a lot of stuff I would prefer not to
Pro: I get to peripherally enjoy Wheel of Fortune, Jeopardy! and my mom's crossword puzzles
Con: Fox News
Pro: They brought their cats
Con: Their ideas for decorating are... sketchier than mine.
It's this lattermost point I'd like to speak to at the moment. Where the window used to be above my kitchen sink, there's now a small blank wall, which will have a pot rack hung in front of it, but is a prominently blank spot between the cabinets. I'd entertained the idea of having a pass-through to the new room, but that's impractical. So, hang a poster there.
Mom said, "We saw two when we were out, and almost got one for you. There was a beach scene and a beer pong one."
"Well, the beach scene is in keeping with what I had in mind. I could just laminate it and put it up behind the pot rack..."
"Oh, I was going to get you the beer pong one."
Note: I've only played beer pong once in my life, four years ago, with a bunch of more or less non-drinking friends.
Semi-relatedly, the older gentleman two doors down passed away, so his estate is being sold off by his kids. "Estate" is possibly freighted with inappropriate connotations; what the man owned was a bunch of books, a ton of LPs, and more creepy fucking clown paintings than anyone not named on this list should possess. I managed to keep them from buying any, but he also had a thing for owls, which is what my oldest sister and her family have as their thing, so we didn't walk out empty-handed (I spent a dollar for one of Carl Sagan's books, a 25' tape measure, and a crescent wrench).