BOSS’S PROJECT
None of us knew Boss’s exact age. He kept a tight lid on that. We could only be certain of one thing, he was older than us. No matter his tremendous age he stayed active, always doing something. He had so many hobbies and interests we were amazed at his knowledge, a real walking encyclopedia. He excelled in such wisdom we learned new things from him daily.
His latest project started with a big bang. We awakened to a blast that resonated and shook our clouds. We grabbed our robes and flew to see what happened. No one seemed hurt. Rocks and pebbles soared through the air; the smell of gases suffocated us. It went dark. Boss scooped some debris together and molded several round orbs and hung them in the air, and then he strung lights across the ceiling of his workshop so he could see what he was doing. We could see, but had no idea what was going on. The lights twinkled merrily, a hint of something that would someday be called the Christmas season, though nothing could compare to these twinklers.
Once things cooled down on one particular insignificant looking orb, Boss decided to relax and garden. He took it easy by planting trees and rows of vegetation. An active body is a healthy body and a little dirt never hurt anyone. He introduced fruit trees, vegetables, herbs and vines to the landscape. There were a few herbs we wanted to experience. I sampled a seed when Boss turned his back and got an explosive reaction, a psychedelic nightmare. This wasn't a good feeling. I spit the seed out and rinsed my mouth clean. My sisters laughed and wagged their fingers at me. It's not good to try things out you don't know anything about. That's what bosses are for. If he thought we should try something he'd tell us.
Boss scooped mounds of dirt to the side, forming pockets he filled with clear liquid. He then placed aquatic life in the water. Flippers flapped their hellos and splashed us when they slapped their tails back down on the surface. Hours old and most of the fish were already in school. Worse yet, they'd being going to school for life. For some things life isn't always fair. Elongated wiry things wiggled about, sliding in and out of the weirdest places. Some of us backed away. Yuk, Boss might have thought everything was good, but we girls had a different opinion. Fish the size of twenty of us squirted water from their backs. How did Boss think of these things? If we blew water out of our nostrils he'd tell us to be more civilized. Scaly creations, in need of moisturizers, with long tails and feet, crawled out onto the land. Except for these monsters this would be the perfect location to sit and read. A good book, chair, nectar, the smell of ocean spray—and a harpoon. I could be the first alligator poacher; seriously I don't see making that a criminal offence. Do the defenders of these animals know what they look like?
On the bottom of one large body of warm water a hot red substance oozed upwards and pushed steaming mounds of molten rock that became solid black mountains on the surface. Boss ran his finger down the sides of the slopes and waterfalls sprang up that cascaded down and formed rivers that were edged in lush foliage sprinkled with multicolored and very vocal avians,(birds). I see the potential for a future tourist trap marred with souvenir shops.
Boss stood back to survey his handiwork and disappeared for a minute. He came back with cages. One at a time the landscape became home to feathered friends and four footed pets. Ravished, they began to trim the grass, not so neatly, but efficiently with razor sharp teeth. It inspired awe. The beasts moved about in groups, feasting near the swimming creatures and nursing their babies. How idyllic. I couldn't wait to get a good book and chilled elixir. Some animals lifted their heads high into the trees. What the heck was wrong with these guys, they are totally disproportioned. They could reach the tree tops without tippy toeing. Boss laughed at us. We didn’t know yet but these were our first giraffes. A smaller animal poked its head out of a hole behind some branches and gave the extremely long necked creature what for. Apparently the large animal’s teeth had come too close to home because when he stuck out its long tongue the smaller animal grabbed it's infant out of the its dining range. An animal with a very, very long nose sucked up some refreshment from a water hole and commenced to sneeze. A wiggly fish was sprayed back into the water. Ever have a fish in your nose? I bet that tickles. I can hardly wait to get a lawn chair and a good book, forget the book, watching these shenanigans could keep me entertained. It would be easy for me to be a nature lover.
Boss picked up two black fur balls by the scruff of their necks and wagged them about high in the air, dusting off the dirt revealing luscious white coats. Taking one giant step north he deposited the pair on a snow drift they blended in to. They romped off in search of their first coke, and by the looks of their abdominal girths they better make it a diet coke. Boss also placed a pair of flightless birds dressed for a party on a nearby ice float. They walked like their panty hose had slipped. Reaching the edge of the ice they nosedived into the below freezing bath, an immediately invented synchronized swimming. Brrrrrr.
"Look at all the little gods he's making!" my dyslectic sister Gaby exclaimed in delight.
Looking at her in astonishment I responded, "Dogs! They're dogs. There is only one God!"
"Oh. I never thought the phrase 'one dog, one body, one faith' made any sense."
"You need serious help." She may be an angel but what a ditz. She was Boss’s only blond employee. I wonder why; no, I don’t really.
We all turned our attention back to center stage. Boss had closed his hand over some clay and was kneading it. Slowly pulling his fingers back he revealed a small hairless—what?
"What's that?" one of us asked.
"It's ugly!" someone in the back said.
"Whatever it is, it's a boy. “someone else said.
"How can you tell?"
"It's blue."
"It's blue because it’s not breathing."
"It's a doll!"
"No, look! It's a balloon!"
Boss raised the blue stick figure to his face and breathed hot air into its purple lips. The blue discoloration faded into healthy pink. The eyes opened and man was placed on his feet. He looked soul-full as he wobbled there, very naked, and examined his toes and fingers. "One, two, three, four, five, six." Six fingers and toes. (What did you expect? He had been without oxygen just minutes ago.) Boss reconsidered and trimmed off some toes and fingers.
"Hey, it's dinner time; Boss is going for the ribs."
Seconds later another man stood on his feet. No, wait. Male and female. She was shorter, with longer hair and more curves. I noticed my rowdy brother Lou, short for Lucifer, hiding behind some trees. He had been given his notice a while ago when he and some friends of his had tried to take over Boss’s organization. If he was lurking around trouble was on its way. Lou was giving the new female a thorough inspection.
“Now, that is a real doll," I heard him say. It was then his eyes started the process of changing to glowing red embers. He smirked and I couldn't help notice—did he file his teeth? Well, man didn't come from the water or from the apes after all. He started out as a lump of clay, which explains why he's so messy. What can you expect from something that originated in dirt?
Boss hastily pronounced the couple man and wife, his hands clamped over Man's eyes before he noticed his bride's "assets" premaritally. Boss goes by the book, after all, he wrote it. This was our first wedding ever and we came empty handed. Boss placed them in one of the many oasis’s he just completed. Some spotless lambs and their mother walked over to sniff the new additions. Boss’s only son, had a tear in his eye when. Man leaned to scratch a lamb’s ear. Then Boss stretched, yawned and turned his attention upwards, to us. "It's has been one long week. I'm taking tomorrow off. I putting you guys and gals in charge of watching over things."
We all stayed to observe the man and woman. It looked like it was going to be up to us to keep them safe. The last we ever saw of Lou, he was getting comfortable in an apple tree above where the female was combing her hair while man was in the garden with the animals he had named. I may never get around to reading that book at the beach in this lifetime as long as Lou was able to roam the planet. Oh well, there's still eternity to look forward to, unless Boss comes up with another project.
Gen I and 2
Psalm 103
Psalm 104
Heb 1-2:9
