Beth and I went to sit down on the porch, overlooking the mountains.  She took one rocking chair, I took another.  “Oh – this is the one I don’t like,” I said as I got up and moved to another chair.   Beth looked at the chair I had vacated and said, “Yeah, I don’t like that one either.”  We conferred for a few minutes about what made one rocking chair better than another.  Then we both paused for a moment, stared at the view, and Beth said, “I love that I’m living at a place where we actually rate rocking chairs.”  I couldn’t have said it better myself.