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, August 18, 2016
My housekeeper has been bringing her 7 year old daughter Lindsey with her to work this summer. Wednesday was the last day for her little girl to come along before school starts this week. As a parting gift and a thank you for letting her come, Lindsey made me this card and then added the 26 cents. Her mother said Lindsey had insisted on including the money. How sweet is this? It made me very happy. The inside drawing if of Slim, Frankie, Lindsey and ME!!
The quarter and penny that were inside the card.
Slim, Lindsey, Me and Frankie. I need to ask why Frankie has a purple nose.