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
Monday, October 09, 2023
QUESTION ON THE WEEK - 10-09-2023
When you think of ‘home,’ what, specifically, do you think of?
Sometimes it's where I grew up. Sometimes it's individual places I've lived. Sometimes it's just a good place to sit and enjoy my library of music, films (on disc), and books.
Coming home from school to mother and the smell of baking oatmeal cookies.
ReplyDeleteWherever hubby is. If we're together we're home.
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Wherever all my stuff is. I've moved around so much I've never really felt "at home", but I've been here now for 12 years so I guess it's home.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it's where I grew up. Sometimes it's individual places I've lived. Sometimes it's just a good place to sit and enjoy my library of music, films (on disc), and books.
ReplyDeleteFamily...all of us together again...
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Donna
It will sound crazy, but I think of Heaven. That's when I'll be home.
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