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
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Ice, Ice Baby
Not snow but ice holds us hostage this weekend. We don't seem to have it as bad as Tulsa but we're definitely inside for the duration. Lots of power outages around us. We think we're ready if our electricty goes out. Poor Beth, all weekend activities were cancelled and even the boy's band events were cancelled.
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It is always pretty to look at, but I sure hate to be marooned at home by ice. Hope you're melted soon.
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