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A time for everything 'cept blogging. I'm so wise. And it is done.

A Time for Everything - Ecc 3:1-8

"For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to quit searching. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace."

Happy New Year!

A wee, probably about mouse-sized, lifetime ago I started this blog cos I was bored in work. It didn't really get a roll on. Turns out there are lots of very clever, funny, interesting people on the Blogger and I just ended up amusing myself with their posts and leaving small deposits all over the bit. Plus, trying to formulate sentences with the interminable drone of the stupid in your ear and the steady trickle of saliva from slack jaw to keyboard, was, to say the least, tricky. So, in the spirit of the New Year, and my renewed determination ( "determination" - a noun, meaning the act of fixing or settling on a purpose - just in case there is any confusion) to provide my shrinking brain with some much needed stimulus (Fucking Santa Claus. No Nintendo DS with the games for brains for me again this year. It all could have been so easy. It never is...) I'm going to give this blogging thing another go. Is the fact that I've just spent the last ten minutes trying to think of a better word than, "thing" a portent for failure? Perhaps. But I shall refuse to look at it. What about that my first post is somebody else's work (see above)? STOP poking me Portent! Are those hands even clean?!
Anyway, there now follows my post. It's from the Bible, Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 and someone had to die for me to bring it to you. Rest in peace Great Auntie Eschel. A very fine lady by all accounts and the daughter of the original Painted Ass.