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, November 12, 2007
UNDER THE STARS
Our grandchildren are under the stars. Beth was difficult to capture because she was having too much fun talking to her friend.
Your grankids are SO sparkly and wonderful that they have stars on their heads!!
ReplyDeleteWOW!
You must VERY proud!!
:-)