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It’s the Little Things That Count
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Toes. How much littler do you get than toes? We don’t pay much attention to them because they aren’t obvious, mostly covered up with socks and shoes and boots and...
Post-Thanksgiving Blues
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Thanksgiving was ten days ago and the turkey is almost gone. We cooked two turkeys, both home-grown, donated by Cowboy’s son, and they were delicious. One brined...
Relaxation, Cody’s Way
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman We were watching a little TV last night and somehow, I managed to wrestle the remote control from the Cowboy. Wrestling with him is always fun and this time I...
My Latest: Murder in the Diocese
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman It’s been a beautiful week, full of sun, a little rain, and some snow on the Beartooth Mountains that we wake up to every morning. This morning it is 26 degrees,...
Ghosts @ the New Atlas
It’s Halloween, the season of spooks, the eerie, and unexplained. When the Stillwater County News tasked me with finding out about rumors of things that go bump in the night at the New Atlas Bar, I...
A Real Montanan, I Am, I Am
I’ve lived in Montana for about three years, and this week I became a real Montanan. “Where ya from?” people ask. I used to answer, “Well, I used to be from Idaho and now I live in Montana” and they...
The Main Thing
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman We went to church last Sunday and the sermon got me to thinking, not so easy to do any more. The preacher said, “The main thing is to keep the main thing, the...
Looking Back
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Sixty years is a long, time, but we made it! Our high school graduating class held its 60-year class reunion this week, and about sixty of my fellow classmates...
Shopping Trips with Cowboy
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman “Hey, Honey Bunch, comb your hair and grab your purse, we’re going shopping.” These are words I don’t hear too often, but are oh, so welcome. Living...
Lambing Season
Cowboy and I are attracted to small towns, and so it is natural to be drawn to such villages as Edgar (Pop 169), Roscoe (Pop 24) and today we set our sights on Reed Point (Pop 175) and their sheep...
Being Cool in Cooney
Cowboy, Cody, and I made our end of summer boat trip with grandkids to Cooney Reservoir this week. It was hot in the Stillwater Valley outside of Columbus, and we thought a couple days respite on...
Back Country Horsemen
Miss Gail’s Ramblings Montana is a big state without a lot of people, so it is logical to realize that there is a lot of “back country,” that is, areas that have not yet been discovered by those who...
Bees Are Abuzz
Miss Gail’s Ramblings My grandmother always accused me of being “busy as a bee,” but after my outing to Columbus’s Sunshine Apiary, I would have to disagree. Those bees are busy, much busier than I...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Perfect!
Wrinkly BitsA Blog by Gail CushmanIn the past few months, I’ve noticed that the word “perfect” has become a buzz word among those who work with the public no matter if it is in a restaurant, a...
Button, Button
A Blog by Gail Cushman I had a button fall off a brand-new shirt this week. Now, that might not seem critical in your life, but it took its toll on me. I had just bought the shirt, and it came with...
Vigilantes and Lollipops
A Blog by Gail Cushman I met the Cowboy about three years ago, through a dating site. Free. Facebook. I was researching a book (Flash of Time) because I had no inkling of how online dating worked. I...
A Tip of the Hat to Hats
A Blog by Gail Cushman How many hats, caps, bonnets, fedoras, and boaters do you have? Me? Maybe thirty, maybe forty, but for sure, too many! It’s a constant battle. Just this week I have three new...