A Pretty Good Date

A Pretty Good Date

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Yesterday was a crackerjack day, blue, sunny skies and blooming flowers.  The temp was in the lower 70s and perfect for taking a ride in Cowboy’s Mustang convertible with the top down. It was Friday and we always go on a Friday...
Soup Cans and String

Soup Cans and String

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I opened my email a few days ago and found a note from my phone provider. “Final Notice $151.49, past due. Your phone will be suspended if it isn’t paid.”  What?  I always pay my bills. I printed it, fuming all the while. Maybe it...
Blink

Blink

Wrinkly Bits A Blinking Poem by Gail Cushman Blink I’m 17 and headed off to school To learn about life and gain some other tools. Blink The Marine Corps called and I answered the phone Off I went to boot camp, but wasn’t alone. Blink I met a Marine pilot, whose name...
Take a breath

Take a breath

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Sometimes we just have to pause and take a breath, you know, do nothing!  When I look back at the four months of 2025, I think I need to do just that! Cowboy and I have been going strong and we both anticipated that a month in...
The Weather Gods

The Weather Gods

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman How many weather changes can we have in one day? I counted six a few days ago.  Sunny and bright. Foggy, which was somewhat shielded by the smoke of farmers and ranchers burning leftover hay. Hail, not enough to matter, but...