I love the sound of rain…on a tin roof…the ping…ping…ping…so relaxing…mesmerizing…unfortunately…I don’t have one…but…what I do have…is a gutter…and…when the rain hits the gutter…it makes that same…pinging…sound…
That’s the sound I heard yesterday morning…right after I got up…before I turned on the radio…loud enough…to wake the neighbors down the street…I could hear the soft landing…of so many little drops…as they hit the gutter…before sliding down into the yard…
I admit it…it was dark…but…I went outside anyway…so…I could hear it better…such a soothing sound…it really didn’t matter…that…I didn’t have a tin roof…I had a gutter…
Bertha…reminded me of a phrase…that…Granny…used to say a lot…and…that is…making do…
Now…I’m sure…most of you are familiar with that phrase…and…in these economic times…there’s still a lot of making do…essentially…doing without…
At first glance…the phrase does seem to mean…settling…settling for something less than what I want…because…I can’t afford it…or otherwise can’t have it…but…Bertha…had me to look at it again…as…making peace with where I am…enjoying what I currently have…and…still being hopeful…for more…
I like the change in that perspective…making do…no longer feels negative…like something to endure…and…I think about my non-tin roof…it’s only a couple of years old…and…as much as I love the sound…I see no reason to consider replacing the roof with tin…not…when I have gutters…I love going outside during the rain…sitting on the porch…in Granny’s rocker…listening to the…ping…ping…ping…
Besides…something tells me…if I had a tin roof…it…would…get hot…and…Bertha…would…put the cat on it…and…then…where would I be…
Jane
