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Grandma Ruthie: Dumb or Smart?
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Short Stories by Ruth. Thursday, July 29, 2010. The question of the day is whether I am dumb for getting myself in a jam, or smart for getting myself out of it. I opened the trunk and the car door and called my husband to cancel his emergency run. I have no idea if anyone was watching me do all this. I suppose it was amusing if some man was sitting in the car waiting for his grocery-shopping wife. Glad to provide some entertainment. Labels: Dumb or Smart. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Suppliant...
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Grandma Ruthie: June 2015
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Short Stories by Ruth. Saturday, June 27, 2015. When the Foundations are Destroyed. When the foundations are being destroyed, what can the righteous do? But…that is because over the past several decades some foundational truths have been destroyed. God may or may not even exist. If He does exist, He may not be the Creator, so what He says about how we are made, doesn’t matter. God’s provision for sex as a means of pleasure, procreation, and a symbol of His love for “the Church” has been...For since the c...
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Grandma Ruthie: The Suppliants by Euripides
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Short Stories by Ruth. Saturday, March 2, 2013. The Suppliants by Euripides. I had thought about giving up on Euripides, because some of the first plays I read seemed to be hateful of women. However, I’m glad I persisted, because this one has some interesting themes. Theseus and his army attack Thebes and are victorious. He graciously does not sack the city. He only wants the bodies. These are brought back to Eleusis and burned on a funeral pyre before the ashes are returned to their mothers. So the conc...
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Grandma Ruthie: The Last Breath
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Short Stories by Ruth. Friday, July 3, 2015. The last breath will come. And one of us will go on alone. For decades we have sung,. Harmonizing our voices,. Breathing in unison,. Hundreds of times, skating. We have coordinated limbs,. Responding to subtle motions. We have kissed, caressed,. Making our physical bodies,. Myriads of times,. We have blended our minds,. Our thoughts, our purpose,. Toward a mutual goal. But one future day,. The movement will stop,. The very fabric of life,. A question will hang.
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Grandma Ruthie: August 2015
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Short Stories by Ruth. Saturday, August 29, 2015. Waiting in the lobby of the jail. Waiting in the lobby of the jail to be allowed access for a visit with an inmate isn’t much fun. It is required that one be there more than 20 minutes before the visit or be turned away. People-watching to pass the time may be interesting, but is also sometimes depressing. I know what the answer is….but getting them to consider it is pretty difficult. Links to this post. Friday, August 14, 2015. Called to Wash Feet. Recen...
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Grandma Ruthie: May 2015
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Short Stories by Ruth. Thursday, May 7, 2015. In the Rose Garden. In the rose garden,. Her pudgy baby hand,. Reaches for the blossom. I hold her carefully,. Away from the thorns. The blossom is delicate,. The fragrance intoxicating,. I want her to know them,. But I keep her,. Away from the thorns. As long as I can,. I will shield and protect,. But someday my back will be turned,. Or she will walk away,. And reach for the thorns. Know this, my precious child,. Prayers from my soul. Links to this post.
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Grandma Ruthie: Of Dead Mice and Flawed Men
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Short Stories by Ruth. Saturday, June 20, 2015. Of Dead Mice and Flawed Men. Today, Bill and I were at our cottage cleaning up for the season. I always put out D-Con in the fall. As I cleaned the cottage today, I discovered every single D-Con package was empty. I began to wonder where the mice had gone to die. I wasn't noticing an odor anywhere.although they don't usually rot with the D-Con. They just sort of shrivel up and don't smell. June 20, 2015 at 8:44 PM. Sorry about the mice phobia. I think i...
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Grandma Ruthie: A Terrifying Prospect
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Short Stories by Ruth. Wednesday, August 12, 2015. I am terrified that we as a nation are going to get what we deserve….either Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump. We seem to have reached a point where there is no possibility of someone who combines common sense and integrity rising to enough prominence to be elected. We have reached a point where honesty is only valued if it enhances our agenda. We admire people who get ahead through deception. It’s OK if they can get away with it….j...What are we reading?
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Grandma Ruthie: July 2015
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Short Stories by Ruth. Tuesday, July 28, 2015. The Importance of Answering the Question. Recently I went into Home Depot to pick up some deck paint. As my 5 gallon container was being mixed, a lady and boy I assumed to be her son entered the area. The boy was sitting in the child seat in the cart, although I judged him too old to be sitting in the cart, and wondered why he was there. Did he have a tendency to wander off? Was he a “problem child” of some sort? What is it doing? Was she sick of answering?
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Grandma Ruthie: Lessons from the Antique Trunk
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Short Stories by Ruth. Sunday, July 18, 2010. Lessons from the Antique Trunk. A search on the. So, by the time, I was satisfied, I was shaking and more or less staggered into the house. Now I have showered and sit in my nice cool living room with a cold drink. What have I learned? That removing exterior dirt gives one some perspective. But, that things may be worse on the inside than they appear on the outside. That I can still exert considerable effort in a ridiculous position without having a stroke.
