The Griz

The Griz

Miss Gail’s Ramblings I’ve lived in Montana about three years, give or take two years, which makes me almost a local, only 75 years to go. I grew up in Idaho which is close, so maybe I’ll get extra credit for being reared in the Northwest. On my first trip to Montana,...
Adventures with the Cowboy

Adventures with the Cowboy

Sometimes I find myself day-dreaming, mostly when I’ve had enough coffee and thinking about a donut that I shouldn’t be eating. And those dreams are always about adventures-to-be or not-to-be. This past week, we didn’t have a daydream, we had an adventure. ...
Fences

Fences

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman For the past few weeks, we’ve been watching two young men build a pole-and-post fence around our property. It is kind of a surprise because one delusional day, I decided we needed a fence and Cowboy, who seldom disagrees, said,...
The Jersey Lilly

The Jersey Lilly

A Blog by Cowboy Bob  My Idaho lady, Miss Gail, and I are of a generation that stretches into a time that many people don’t remember. My early bath memories are of a tub in the middle of the kitchen where the only water in the house came from a pump with a handle...
A Week That Was

A Week That Was

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Ugh.  My week has been one to remember, except I don’t want to remember it. It’s gone, in the rearview mirror, and I’m happy about that! I got hit by Spam this week, not the kind you eat, which is not pleasing to my tummy,...