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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Saturday, January 03, 2009
TWO YEAR VISIT
Ron's brother and SIL had not been to see our new home. This was their first visit and they stayed for TWO YEARS! They arrived in 2008 and are leaving today, in 2009. We have had a ball and even got to go to the Casino. We are pretty sure they will return often now that they know we have lots to do around here.
Clue #1 in the "Color Me Who?" contest: You will find this blogger in Kentucky.