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My Top 18 List
The Cowboy and I have traveled through about 30 states and about a dozen countries in the last couple years, and guess what! As luck would have it, I needed to use the bathroom a few times. When I...
Fixing Things
Wrinkly BitsNot everyone is born with the ability to fix things, and I am one of those. I’m not mechanically inclined and don’t see Part A fitting into Part B and eventually fitting with Parts G, H,...
Expanding Bucket List
Wrinkly Bits You would think that with all the travel I have done both on my own and with the Marines, my bucket list would be shrinking. Not so, it is growing by leaps and bounds. On my recent...
Important Days
There are a few important days every year. We have a host of religious holidays, too many to mention, and you would have to use all your fingers and toes to count them. The political and historical...
You Never Know
A few years ago, I met up with a high school classmate whom I had not seen in twenty years, maybe more. I didn’t recognize her because she had gotten much older than 18, not that I had, because,...
Loving Again
Happy Tuesday from Gail and Cowboy Bob. Instead of a blog this week, wewant to show you an excerpt from our new book entitled Loving Again: A Guideto Online Dating for Widows and Widowers. We...
Looking Behind? Looking Ahead
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I was watching Cody, the wonder dog, today, and noticed something about him that is different from us. He has a bad memory, or maybe no memory at all. He possibly...
Descaling and Paris
A couple years ago, I bought a Keurig, great coffee, easy peasy, and I loved it For about a week. One sunny morning, ready for coffee, it stopped working. I had bought it at the big box C...
Who Are You, Mr. Chen?
I received a package this week, such a surprise, as the only mail I ever get are from people who want me to buy things, everything from cars to spa treatments to fertilizer (a euphemism for some of...
Gotta Love the Grandkids
Grandchildren are a gift from God, presented to us on a silver platter as a reward for all the hard work of rearing our children. I am sure, the word “rearing” is the correct word, as taught by...
Hayloft
The smell of old moldy hay and old manure packed my nose as I swept out the old hayloft and moved the pile toward the side of the old barn, to the slots in the floor that fed down to the mangers....
Seeing It All
We are in the middle of the Storm of the Century, or at least the Storm of the Day, considering that I live in Montana and snow, negative degrees of temperature, no sun, and frozen everything are...
Deer Hunting with Old Hank
A Cowboy Bob Blog Back this fall, I was getting ready to saddle up and get going on a fine, fall morning in the foothills of the Beartooths. The cattle had been gathered and sorted, but one more...
Out, Damned Splotch
I’m not exactly Lady MacBeth, but she and I may have the same problem. I recently did the cataract removal thing and am proud to report that I can see everything I need to see and somethings I don’t...
Super Bowl Ramblings
The cowboy has a sign above his office door that reads: “Negative Ion Filter, the sky is not falling…you are on the right side of the dirt.” I see it every day as I wander about the house, letting...
The Way It Used to Be
Today the cowboy and I spent time trying to find a publisher, agent, or other soul who might be interested in reading and publishing the results of our many hours of work. But I think I figured out...
Are You Afraid at Home?
For crying out loud, YES! I had my Medicare exam a few days ago and the doctor recited all the questions that Medicare decided were pertinent for old people, us wrinkly bits. Do you have throw...
Hogwash!
I read a book a long time ago that had a catch phrase in it: “Love is never having to say you’re sorry.” Hogwash. It sounds romantic, but it was obviously written by a bachelor, with no knowledge of...
I Can See Clearly Now, Mostly
These days I am walking like a drunken sailor, one of my eye’s cataracts is forever gone, and the other eye is still filled with whatever cataracts are made of, something like soap puddles, making...
Recorded for Training Purposes
This has been an eventful week, and frankly I’m glad it’s over. It was one of those weeks when I had to make a lot of phone calls, you know the ones. You dial the number, it rings, a computer voice...
Brother Tom
It’s my brother Tom’s birthday and I just want to say: At 80, you are danged old! There was a time, not too long ago, that I didn’t know anyone as old as you, besides Grandma J who was always 80,...
Resolving to…
It’s the New Year, 2023, which I can hardly believe. And, per usual, I struggled making New Year Resolutions. For crying out loud, I don’t keep them anyway, but Cowboy likes to keep me on the...