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
Friday, October 20, 2006
WORMS
Our worms arrived yesterday. They are in the den this morning. Ron has moved them from their box into a large bucket. There are two pounds of wiggly, squiggly, slimy worms (about 2000 worms) and I have named each one.......FISH FOOD! It looks lke I won't be having to dig worms for our future fishing expeditions.
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