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
Christmas and what to give to the smallest children in the family. The twins and the great-grandson. All others are adults except for the twins older brothers, all school age, they'll be happy with a bit of cash I think.
Family members that are in need.
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Too many wars. When will we ever learn.
ReplyDeleteChristmas and what to give to the smallest children in the family. The twins and the great-grandson. All others are adults except for the twins older brothers, all school age, they'll be happy with a bit of cash I think.
ReplyDeleteMemories of ,my precious Ron always on my mind and heart.
ReplyDeleteShould I put up a tree this year
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