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
I just take it day to day. Yesterday afternoon there was a
concert by a choral group from the University of Georgia - voices likes
angels. I'm so glad I went. The highlight - "Sometimes I Feel"
arrangement by Parker/Shaw. There is a youtube video with someone else
performing it. Moving and gorgeous.
Honestly so much in my life is worth remembering. Every little
precious thing from being able to hold that 9-month-old last week to
finding a lime green frog in the hosta at the front door this morning.