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
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY 7-26-17
Today is the day. Hope you will participate. Go to Mumblings for the prompts. This is her last week in July and she has done a great job. August words will come from River at Drifting Through Life. Here is my story using the first six words:
I am the baby sister. It is difficult to help my older sister because she is the dominant one. Still I knew she needed my help so, even against her protest, I headed to her home insisting I could give aid.
It was her job to take care of her husband. He was recovering from emergency surgery. I would take care of everything else. HA! It was not a pretty display as she tried to keep an eye on me and her beloved spouse.
She did not think my vacuuming of the carpet was correct. The magazine stand had to be positioned a certain way. She was a Swiffer user so how could I use a cloth duster?
Sis may have been finicky, but once we got a rhythm going, she was able to look after my brother-in-law and I was left to care for the home, answer the door, answer the phone and complete her computer work.