everyone has their own way of coping with the life they lead,
making minor adjustments (and the occasional major ones) to accommodate the unexpected (i would write “roadblocks” here, but only because i just heard a report on the tv about a 9 semi-truck pile-up in the newhall pass that has the 5 freeway backed up in both directions for miles, but “roadblock” is too simple an explanation for the way your life unfolds in front of you. it could be one of those maps that has been unfolded and folded again and again that has made the creases soft like cotton, little pieces of rolled up paper left laying in your lap as you stuff it — after struggling to get it put into the same configuration as you found it — back into the glove compartment. you know, the compartment were you put your life’s issues that you don’t want to have to deal with while you have your hands on the wheel. i am now done with that ‘driving’ metaphor.)
meanwhile, the century plant continues to hold raindrops in its own special way.