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THE OLD LADY AND THE TRAMP | Gr8teful's Weblog
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The Musings of a Wise Old Woman. THE OLD LADY AND THE TRAMP. May 29, 2015. May 29, 2015. It’s really her but I don’t think she recognizes me. This should be interesting. What is your name? She asked when she came and stuffed a couple of fives in the jar. John, I said. That’s what I always say, even now. That’s what I told her that first time we met:. Mr William–that’s my husband–and I would love it if you could come to Sunday School with us this week. Would you like that? Well, that was just the beginnin...
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The Setting Moon | Gr8teful's Weblog
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The Musings of a Wise Old Woman. January 5, 2015. I saw the moon set this morning,. Golden matron of night hours. She slipped behind distant roofs. Soundlessly, or so it seemed. Did she know we were watching. We had seen her do her vanishing. Act before, but only on water,. With a clear horizon,. When it seemed the ocean. Swallowed her in one silent gulp. I think she stayed up late today. The One whose hand. Moves her through the night. Knows I need to turn. And face the rising sun. FURRY FACE-OFF →.
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A WHOLE LOTTA BULL | Gr8teful's Weblog
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The Musings of a Wise Old Woman. A WHOLE LOTTA BULL. February 22, 2015. February 22, 2015. What a perfect day for a rodeo! Warm, but not so hot that it kept people home, so there was a fine crowd. A slight breeze kept everyone comfortable and lifted the flag to snap and float behind me. Presenting the colors into the stadium while the fans cheer is a thrill. I always feel honored to stand at attention during the singing of the National Anthem. The cowboy wannabees made me laugh, too. You just stay th...
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THROUGH THE ARCHES | Gr8teful's Weblog
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The Musings of a Wise Old Woman. March 21, 2015. March 21, 2015. We were commanded to walk with our heads down, eyes lowered, focusing on our folded hands at our waists. I never could figure out why. Was there too much beauty? Were our thoughts intended to be entirely dark and dreary? Now they tell me I soon shall pass through there one last time, but my eyes will be closed in final sleep. I love Nathanial. Oh, not. Perhaps if I hadn’t been retarded well, they won’t let me say retarded. You This Jesus I ...
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FURRY FACE-OFF | Gr8teful's Weblog
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The Musings of a Wise Old Woman. January 21, 2015. My latest quick fiction, inspired by Carl Soerens’ magnificent lion photo. I will not fail this time. I WILL NOT FAIL! Oh, the humiliation of that last time. I wish I could forget it, but I can’t. I froze. A chilling paralysis rose up and consumed me. I could not move. Given another moment, I might have recovered, but the instant I paused, Phoebe appeared and just that fast, it was over. Imagine! Phoebe, a skinny little. Oh dear, now what do I do? Gazunt...
