Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
CALIFORNIA CREW
We had a fun phone call tonight from Terri. Joey was working on Physics homework and Jasmine and Ian were both working on a school project concerning China. Grandpa's face really lit up to get to talk to his daughter aka "The Kid" and to Joey and Jasmine. Ian was too busy with his project to take a break. Their teacup Poodle, Penny had a baby. Arrangements had been made prior to the pup's birth for a friend (?) to take the pup. Things did not work out and so now they have a new addition to their family. Rumor has it that Jasmine thinks this little puppy is way too labor intensive. We're sure missing them and hope to get to visit soon. Meanwhile, Jasmine is talking about wanting to make a trip out here by herself. Can anyone imagine Ron surviving a wait for his baby granddaughter to travel here alone from California? I'm actually doubting if either one of us could.
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