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
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Great Expectations
The babies have arrived. They have far exceeded my greatest expectations. These are one-day-old Arracanans. They are knows as Easter Egg Chickens because they will lay eggs in varitions of greens, blues and, yes, even some pink. We ordered ten and received eleven. The dark gray one shall be known as Bonus. There are six that appear identical in shades of brown and gold, so they are named the Noble Davies, for the most noble David Colladay. This leaves two, soft gray ones and two soft blonde ones for Mike and Hope to name when they visit on Friday.
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