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What If?
What if is a game I like to play when my brain is so tired that I can’t possibly think of one more word to write and my legs reject taking one more step to reach my 10,000 step goal. The TV is...
Why Thanksgiving Reigns
My love of Thanksgiving came early in my life. We read stories in school and dressed up like pilgrims and Native Americans, made finger-turkeys and read about the Mayflower and the traumas of...
What’s on Television?
I’ve become incredibly discouraged with television. Not so many moons ago, I could flip on the TV and find something wildly entertaining, or at least fun, interesting, or educational on one of our...
Talking to Grandma
I was having trouble thinking of a blog subject this morning…you know a sort of writer’s block or, more appropriately, a blogger’s block, trying to think of something interesting, funny, engaging,...
Siri’s Serious Spelling Snafus
I learned to spell in elementary school and continued my learning through the rigorous spelling tests that carried over into my high school days. My third-grade teacher, Mrs. Nichols in Emmett’s...
Trapped Fat, Covid Curse, or Ancestral Gift?
I got on the scale this morning, first time in a while, and OMG, it is time to do something drastic. I weigh more today than when I was pregnant, which was a long time ago because my youngest is...
Semper Fi
Today is the Marine Corps 245th birthday, and our family is proud to have been a part of this force for over fifty years. People who know me personally know that we are a Marine family. My husband...
Becoming a Minimalist
The inside of my house looks tired and needs some sprucing up, so I decided to have it painted. My potential painter informed me that I should move the treasures that I have collected through the...
Cement Trucks
Last spring, a truck loaded with something heavy, like cement or machinery, backed up and cracked a square of sidewalk near my house. It didn’t really crack it, more like shattered, lots of little...
The Search for HCLBs
Last year I invested in a bird feeder for my backyard, hoping to feed hungry, cute, little birds (AKA HCLBs). Many of my neighbors have bird feeders and talk about how fun it is to watch their HCLBs...
Growing Up Cole
Today is my son's birthday. He is forty-eight, although in my mind, he is a bunch of different ages: one, four, fourteen, and nineteen. Smart, amusing, delightful, and always unpredictable. I...
Ms. M Strikes Again
I have a lot of lists, as I wrote about recently, but this morning I ran across a list of possible blog topics. I writeWrinkly Bitsblogs twice a week and some friends tell me I’m a bit daft, but I...
Lists and More Lists
My editors advised me to list my goals, which, they said, would solidify them, make them more doable, allow me to see progress, or in most cases, no progress at all. They assured me it was the way...
Old Friends
I called an old friend of ours last week; he is not only old in age but also someone whose meaning to me doesn’t wither and fade away with time. He lives in another state and didn’t know about Tom’s...
Hiring a Handyman
The trouble with being short, and I am shrinking like crazy, is that I can’t reach anything above the second shelf of my cupboards without a stool or ladder, leaving only the kitchen counter as an...
Creepy Crawlies
We are midway into October, and Halloween is upon us, which means the current list of available television movies is filled with creepy, crawly things, and worse! Vermin! Knowing how much I despise...
Ashes to Lashes
My doctor told me that I should get more exercise (has anybody’s doctor ever said to get less exercise?) so it wasn’t exactly a shocker. This year has been difficult for everybody and I imagine most...
I Used to…
There are a lot of things that I do now that I didn’t do in the past, some are good, some not so good. This brilliant thought occurred to me when I woke up this morning—at 3 a.m. There I was,...
Ode to Zucchini
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I’m a vegetable person and nothing beats home-grown tomatoes and corn and strawberries and I spend most of my annual food budget in the vegetable section at...
The Field Marshal Returned
I’ve tried to avoid mirrors since I retired because, well, I can. Why should I risk depression over gray hair and wrinkles and leopard-like hands? But I had to dress decently this week (no...
Getting Rid of Gilda
I needed a new chair because my old one looked tired and forlorn. It had been Tom’s chair and when he passed away, he didn’t take it with him, so it sat empty, reminding me he was elsewhere. He...
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