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, October 17, 2006
SWINGING MONKEY
First Ron had to repair the monkey's broken arm and paint over the repairs. Next Ron had to climb up and down the ladder to trim the tree so the monkey could swing freely. Next Ron had to secure the rope........and now the monkey is swinging at our new home and I am smiling because my sweet husband is soooooooooooo sweet to go to so much trouble for me :-)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
lizziebethgeneral@gmail.com