Good morning! #21 gratitude is that the weather is mild enough for me to enjoy being on the porch this morning. For the simple things, and eyes to see the joy in them.
Amazing how many birds–spring-sounding birds– were singing in the dim, gloomy morning well before sunrise. A reminder that it is a good thing to sing my own song, even well before I see light. I remember my mother-in-law used to do this precious humming of songs, most especially, I think, when she had heartache.
As for the leaky roof saga, it may be coming to a happy ending. I called the roofer again yesterday and asked when I could expect someone to do the repair. He sent a crew in the afternoon; they caulked cracks and screws. Rain is predicted for Saturday; we’ll see then if the work was successful. In the meantime, I got yet another lesson about asking and receiving. Can’t receive until you ask. And sometimes you have to ask, ask, ask.
Today I’m going to take time to read, just sit and read–I’m into the latest ‘Ladies #1 Detective Agency’ books by Alexander McCall Smith. What’s everyone reading?
Warm but way too wet for me to sit on the porch. Rain coming heavily for the past half hour, pouring on the roof and splattering in puddles at the edges of the house. I think of the leaks in my roof and cringe, see the water in my mind’s eye soaking the rafters and running onto the plywood ceiling of the porch, where I wasn’t able to get plastic.
Yet I am reminded to give thanks for my roof. There are many this morning throughout the midwest waking up without homes after the tornadoes. On this morning of #19 gratitude, I give thanks for every good part of my roof, and safety of every one of family and friends who were in the path of those storms, and every strong heart facing their losses large and small in the tornadoes. I remember and take hold of the Serenity Prayer: “God, grant me the serenity to accept what I cannot change, courage to change what I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
The day begins, and I have tea and hope to finish editing a novella and get it sent on for ebook formatting. I’m okay!
On the porch! Soft, wet and foggy morning, bit of breeze from the north east, which doesn’t touch me here. Perfectly comfortable in my robe and feet snuggled in a throw, tea at hand. The potted begonias still have color, and so does my bottle tree against the green azaleas. The purple-leaved lorapetalums are decorated with diamond raindrops.
Well. That’s such a settling word. I am calmer this morning about the leaky roof situation this morning, and far, far more informed. (One can learn so very much on the web!) Regretful that I did not make myself thus informed =before= having the work done on the roof, however, I now go forward with what I have, dropping regrets which have served their purpose, and changing what I can. We’ll see later this morning what I can change, when I call the roofer and request he make good on his work.
I am reminded of the Teddy Roosevelt quote: “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” We never can do more than that, and it goes across the board with every endeavor, from dealing with poor roofing jobs to writing. Telling yourself to just do what you can gets you unstuck in every situation. It gets you moving to the next right step.
Have a great Saturday everyone!