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
Friday, January 18, 2008
SHE IS GROWING
Hope is growing way too fast! (my youngest grandchild)
She's a pretty little girl!! Kids grow up WAY too fast. Mine are now ages 17 & 19, and time has gone by too quickly. There's no way to freeze them and keep them little. SHUCKS!
She's a pretty little girl!!
ReplyDeleteKids grow up WAY too fast.
Mine are now ages 17 & 19, and time has gone by too quickly. There's no way to freeze them and keep them little. SHUCKS!