Poor old Noah
Posted on | January 29, 2010 | Comments Off
Think about being on a sailing vessel with a menagerie of animal pairs, relatives, and rain. For forty days and forty nights. Rain. Wooden ship. Rain seeps through the decks. The stench. The mold. The noise. The complaining.
We are having a lot of rain this month. And it looks as if it is going to continue. The hiker J J is tired of it. The gardener J J is pleased. Bifurcated J J.
Walk well. God is love.










