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
Saturday, September 22, 2007
GROWING KIDDOS
Hope hugs her cat Pinky.
Michael busy at the computer. Point a camera at Michael and he quickly removes any semblance of a smile.
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Is that a really big cat, or is Hope tiny?
ReplyDeleteHope is a normal sized five-year-old. That cat is BIG!
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