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
Thursday, August 04, 2005
MEMORIES
Here are my notes of activities from recent visitors: Freight train near enough to touch at the Nowata Depot Café; Terri and Jasmine’s concert of guitar and autoharp; Hot dogs and marshmallows cooked over new, giant cooker; Chicken chasing; Wahoo with Granny Annie; Chess games; Monopoly games; Joey working on roof; Ian helping close chicken escape route; Swim party at Aunt Elenore’s with Chelle, Mike and Hope; Jasmine’s surprise piano concert; Discovering Key Lime Pie marguarita; Wahoo at Tandy’s and growth marks on door; Hugs and visit with Granny GG; Feeding neighbor’s horses; Magnificent movie marathon. Re-naming of Bonus – now Oreo courtesy of Jasmine; Plus, all the stuff I forgot. Oh what fun.
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