Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, our family’s mixed Lab.
Bill Cosby.
That’s who came to me this morning.
Well, at least his deep-voiced impersonation of God talking to Noah. (I think God gets bold.)
I find that whole comedy bit, both hilarious and quite a theological discussion.
Cosby is brilliant at catching the doubt or skepticism of Noah that God was talking to him. And to build an ark.
“Riiight. what’s a cubit?”
In case you are wondering, a cubit is the length of the forearm from the elbow to the tip of the middle finger.
That means the ark would have been vastly different if it was built by Wilt Chamberlain than if built by Spud Webb.
I was so involved in work this morning that it was almost 7 before I got out with the meathead. And yet, it was still dark on this stormy morning.
Didn’t expect to see any wildlife and only saw one rabbit at the side rail before the town pond. Weather so crappie I didn’t even see or hear any Canada geese.
At least it wasn’t pouring and the meathead and I were able to complete a full ramble with a minimal amount of rain on us. Though I think he enjoyed what did fall.
Dozens of hedge apples were down on the back side of the south old clay pit. I think the thunderstorms overnight brought them down. The puddles and downed hedge apples symbolized the morning.
And it was good to find the Cosby bit on YouTube.
“What do you want? I’ve been good”
“I want you to build an ark”
“Riiight. . . . What’s an ark?”
About to find out. That’s overstating slightly. We only have 2.5 inches of rain so far.
