You know, I was thinking about the Noah thing yesterday. Specifically, I was thinking about his neighbors.
First of all, if you've ever lived beside or near a new home construction, you'll appreciate that your quality of life will be significantly diminished for the period of construction. And this is MUCH worse if you have young children. Hammers, saws, all day long. Naps are impossible. It's a horror show. If the construction guys are in and out quickly, that's better of course. If the job goes a long time, you'll probably want to go over and hit them with a 2 x 4. Given that Noah had only three sons, Shep and Lem and the other guy (and no power tools) you can imagine how long this ark project would have taken even if the four dudes got the women cleaning up shavings and sawdust. Sawdust! Noah's wife, Gertrude, was not the only woman in the neighborhood pulling their hair out at the sawdust all over the kitchen floor and the thimble collection! So, all in all, you can easily imagine just how pissed off Noah's neighbors would have been.
Then, when the damn boat is finally finished, it all gets even worse. Have you ever lived near a zoo or downwind of a pig farm? Have you ever smelled rhinoceros ****? I have. It's really, really bad. On a hot summer afternoon, let me tell ya, the smell of boiling water buffalo urine and mixed with crab semen can put you in a mood. And there's about a million of them if you don't count the beetles and imagine...
the ******* noise. Try to imagine that. And all these animals lined up, two thousand miles or more, blocking traffic, people can't get their cars out of the driveway. Free enterprise comes to a halt. It's a rough patch. Then, they're all on board and the big door closes. Quiet. Oh Blessed quiet. And a gentle summer rain begins. It feels good on the skin. Cleansing.