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
Thursday, August 14, 2008
WHY COULDN'T WE FIND HOPE?
Do you see Hope? She was in plain sight the entire time we were looking for her:-)
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Looks like there is lots to do at grandma's.
ReplyDeleteThere she is !!! What a hilarious photo :-)
ReplyDeleteShe blends right in....
ReplyDeleteI spotted her head sticking up there, but she blended in pretty well there.
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