Of old You founded the earth,
And the heavens are the work of Your hands.
Even they will perish, but You endure.
When I got up yesterday somebody had put the frying pan away right on top of my bananas. Edge down, too, so it just cut right into them. Then when I moved the frying pan, somebody put a pot away right on top of those same poor bananas! So I ate the worst-squished ones, figuring that they’d really never be fresher (thanks, Mom!). It’s a hard life as fruit, I’ll tell ya.