Wrinkly Bits Blog
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...
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...
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...
Cody Speaks ARF
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Cody, the Wonder Dog Good grief, don’t they ever stay home? I live with this weird family. They never tell me what’s going on, but a few months ago, they brought a tree into...
Train Wreck
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Have you ever had one of those days? The day that everything seems to go afoul, nothing works right, nothing is on time, and you forget this, that, and the...
Cheeky
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I’ve never considered myself a “picky” eater. But then, I’ve always eaten beef, chicken, and bacon, especially bacon. You may notice the absence of lamb, and...
The Old Woman and the Sea
First of all, thank you to all who sent me birthday greetings. How humbling and fortunate I feel to have so many people wish me a good day! And it was better than a good day, it was a great day. We...
What a day this has been
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman We woke up late and the rain had already started, albeit a slow drizzle. We are near Key West, Florida, the end of the road for some, not me, though. Forget that...
On Our Way to Bikini Island
We are on a little trip which always entails places to eat and sleep and view. Of course, Cody adds to the fun, too. I thought I would tell you a little about the first half of this...
Cowboy Poetry
We went to Elko, Nevada To see what we could see Cowboys and Indians, with stories to tell It’s called Cowboy Poetry. So just like that, I got the bug Of rhyme and meter and such I sat in front and...
Numbers Galore
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I used to pride myself in remembering numbers, birthdays, anniversaries, various costs, like milk, cheese, and gas. I remembered many phone numbers, most...
Dancing on a Snowflake
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I always wondered what it would be like to live in the inside an igloo, and now I know. My world has turned white. Everything, as far as I can see, is white. The...
Under-thinking My New Year’s Resolutions
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I’ve been thinking all week about my New Year’s Resolutions. I always make them, and once in a while I keep them, for at least ten minutes, maybe...
O Canada
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Last Sunday I got up, donned my Sunday duds to go to church, and noticed the truck was in the front of the house, running. “What’s going on? Church isn’t for...
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...