Just discovering part of the human race

Dick and Judy like clocks.  When I started noticing them I went on a clock scavenger hunt and I counted 15 of the things in the living room and kitchen alone.  There is the grandfather clock in the parlor and five downstairs, and I haven't ventured into their bedroom to look for more because I figured that was off-limits for guests.  Anyway, my favorite of the clocks is a cross stitch pattern with designs for the four seasons around the stitched clockface that would work if someone replaced the batteries.  Right now it's stuck at 6:15. 

There are also a lot of animal figurines.  I haven't counted them yet, but if I look around I see some golfing bears, two birds and two dogs on top of the piano, a cat silhouette over the doorway, a wooden bear on the mantlepiece, two more dogs and a cat at the base of the fireplace...and that looks to be about it.  Upstairs there are a lot more.

I miss my piano.  I left it at home because when I stayed here for the interview I noticed a piano and figured that I could play it, making stuffing my keyboard in a packed car unnecessary.  But, alas.  The piano in Grandma's Vermont cabin that has had to suffer through years of neglect and freeze-thaw cycles looks like a Steinway compared to this thing.  Most keys stick, none are close to being in tune, and some don't sound at all.  It's painful, in an entertaining kind of way, because nothing I play sounds the way it should.  It truly amazes me that a piano could be bad.

I'm staying here until they tell me I can move into my townhouse.  I barely know Dick and Judy, which is probably why I take such an interest in their decorations.  They're off on vacation for most of the week so it's all I really have to go on to figure out what they're like.  Clocks and animals and NOT music.  That's what I've gathered.