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
Thursday, October 24, 2013
GET ME TO THE CHURCH ON TIME
Ron loved this 3 piece suit. He wore it on many a special occasion and I'm not sure what this important day was.
I mowed for the last time of the season. It was sad to put the mower
away because mowing has been a big part of my communion with Ron. It
was like I was putting him away too. I know that I really must at some point but I cannot imagine being able to.