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
Saturday, September 23, 2023
SATURDAY VIDEO...
A PLACE FOR MY STUFF
If you have never heard this, it is definitely worth 5 minutes.
Love it! I was looking around yesterday wishing I could move to a better place but being kind of glad I wasn't because I have so much STUFF that would need packing.
Very nice video.
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ReplyDeleteLove it! I was looking around yesterday wishing I could move to a better place but being kind of glad I wasn't because I have so much STUFF that would need packing.
ReplyDeleteThere were a number of George clips on line over the last day or two. This was the mildest, but still funny! Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteHilarious and TOO True! But, I ain't moving! Lolol
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Donna