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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Monday, June 27, 2005
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOPE ELAINE
Today our youngest grandchild is three. Hope is like a monkey up in a tree. As we try not to panic We attempt keeping up with her antics Cause whatever she’ll be, Hope will be. HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY TO YOU!