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

Happy New Year
Monday, April 30, 2007
ONE YEAR
We closed on this house a year ago. Yesterday was the anniversary of the closing-from-hell. A year later it proves to be worth the effort. We are teaming with new life (chicks and kittens) and last night we watched the first deer of the season parade across the back of our property with their offspring. Plus, the Chief let me turn the air conditioning on last night. Alleluia!
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