Well,I was just outside thinking about the air in my backyard;it smells like the best air I have ever smelt (givin, I have not traveled or smelt a lot of air) but, it smells really good. That got me to thinking how much I like my air and, then I got to thinking about how much I like my yard and then my house.I know lots of days I am not pleased by the sight of it or, the fact its kind of old and need new paint inside and out and, there is broken stuff from end to end and, there is a door missing on my solarium, and a broken down truck stuck in my garage but, I love it here, so Yes~~ old and broken,I still love it. Here is the place friends gather and are welcomed to stay forever. Here I am home, my Family is here.Two of my kids were new babies in this house. I have learned a lot in the time I have lived here.I have cried many tears in every room of this house. I have laughed in every room of this house.I have danced and sang and carried babies and yelled and cleaned up clothes and toys and mud and papers in every room of this house. I like to think if these walls could talk they would truly DANCE. As I was out smelling my air, I was thankful to have this simple life in this random place,near to the people I love (I know its a lame rant) but,there are days I am NOT thankful and happy just because I have good air.