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, January 08, 2019
GOLF CART BATTERIES
I had hoped to be for active in the New Year but things have been in the way. Here is a
My wireless earphones that I can wear while doing stuff around the house and listen to radio, music, audio books or favorite podcasts.
ReplyDeleteA friend fixing a couple of things around the house for us at no charge, we just bought the supplies.
ReplyDeleteRosie, the robot vacuum, that I bought for my self. That someone else bought? A visit to a massage therapist.
ReplyDeleteA book of poetry.
ReplyDeleteAttention.
ReplyDeleteA smile accompanied by a kind word...
ReplyDeleteI woke up breathing.
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