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
I was very moved by your post about your parents. They sound like amazing, wonderful people.
My Mom is such a powerhouse that I too, suffer from never-measure-up syndrome. And, although she is extremely self-sufficient, my Mom also fears being a burden.
Here's wishing you a Happy, Healthy, and Prosperous 2008!
Thanks for the link Grannie!
ReplyDeleteI was very moved by your post about your parents. They sound like amazing, wonderful people.
My Mom is such a powerhouse that I too, suffer from never-measure-up syndrome. And, although she is extremely self-sufficient, my Mom also fears being a burden.
Here's wishing you a Happy, Healthy, and Prosperous 2008!
Great link! Happy New year and all that jazz : )
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.....I love it. Yep, that's what I suffer from.
I went and read the story of the mama dog and her "half grown" pup. Cute story.....
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year.