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
Sunday, April 03, 2016
IS THIS WHY?
My son, who accuses me of speeding, sent me this and ask me, "Is this why?"
Ah so you are one of those Seniors! My mom, who drove (and drove well) until she was 88 could never ne confused with one of "those" pokey drivers who most people associate with older people driving...I thought she drove better than i, even at 88 (of course i wonder if having a pilots licence before she ever thought about driving had something to do with it?)
LOL!
ReplyDeleteThat seems like a pretty good reason.
ReplyDeleteIt works for me. And bladder issues come into the mix too.
ReplyDeleteI thought elderly people drove too slow...or that was the complaint.
ReplyDeleteLol. I won't complain about snowcaps that drive too slow and with their blinker on anymore.
ReplyDeleteHa ha, I can almost relate.
ReplyDeleteAha! So that is the reason! I must remember to stick the address of where I'm going and returning to on my dashboard! ;)
ReplyDeleteAh so you are one of those Seniors! My mom, who drove (and drove well) until she was 88 could never ne confused with one of "those" pokey drivers who most people associate with older people driving...I thought she drove better than i, even at 88 (of course i wonder if having a pilots licence before she ever thought about driving had something to do with it?)
ReplyDeleteOne of the reasons I gave up driving. Probably added a few years to my span- not least because I walk everywhere and live on a hill.
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