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, May 23, 2008
PEACE AT LAST
Michael and Slim get to relax after chasing Hope all day. Hope has gone to bed and the boy and dog collapse -- as does Granny Annie.
Ahhhh, there's always calm after the storm.
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Michael is a handsome feller.
Looks like a relaxing night on the couch. I need one of those...and I have a yellow dog right beside me for starters.
ReplyDeleteA boy and his dog, what could be better? Have a nice Memorial Day Weekend......
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