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
tis the season
Saturday, January 24, 2009
WHAT DO WE DESERVE?
See my new Roper's! These boots are made for ..................going to the casinos. Whoohoo!
My refirgerator is a blank slate before Christmas and then pictures out of the cards start going up. Thought I'd take this picture before I take them down. I love cards with photos.
My life is wonderful. I want to pinch myself half the time to make sure I'm not dreaming. The last eight years of blissful retirement cause me to ponder how I could have done anything to deserve this life. Today's "I Love Your Blog" link inspired my thinking on our retirement. Be sure and click the link to read her post that spells it all out very well. Yesterday's link was to Loving Annie's if you missed it.