Wrinkly Bits Blog
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...
A Wintry Blast
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Cowboy Bob Dang, I can’t figure out what the weatherman is talking about. Siberian express, artic vortex, record low temperatures! What the heck, it’s Montana, it’s winter,...
Things I Love
My blogs seem to run the gamut, often about the frustrations that I, and many readers, have about where we are in life, a little stiff, a little fuzzy, and a little confused by it all. But tonight,...
Busy Times
I was busy all day yesterday, but looking back, I don’t remember a lick of what I did. I can tell you what I didn’t do: I didn’t write my Christmas cards. I didn’t clean our house. I didn’t do the...
Going for a Sunday Drive
It snowed yesterday, maybe six inches, maybe more, but the roads cleared off quickly, so no worry about drifting snow, sliding around, and landing face down in a snowbank. My car has fancy new snow...
Commas and Other Riffraff
Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Today was book launch day! Yea for me. Number five. It’s called Flash of Time and has a little bit of everything, love, comedy, and travel. Every time I send a...
Cody and Other Critters
I haven’t had a pet for a long time and forgot how fulfilling they are. I was travelling on a regular basis, and I thought it unfair to a pet to leave for a long time, doling it out to a pet sitter....
My Shoe History
I don’t know if other people have a shoe history, but I do. I also have a purse history, but that’s a blog for another day. My shoe history started when I was just a wee girl, I mean little. I...
Not Really a Blog
My thermometer is broken. It must be. It says “0 degrees” which means there is no temperature. That can’t be. Oh, my, it is so cold that the temperature has disappeared, along with the green grass,...
The Computer Gods are Cranky
Wednesday night I wrote this dandy blog, a laugh a minute, and giggled all the way through. I’d read it one more time and sent it off to my full-of-sunshine editor in the morning, who would pull her...
Lessons on Loneliness from Small Town America
This morning I read a Facebook post talking about loneliness, that is, the difficulty of living alone. I get that. Being alone is hard. Being with others gives us the opportunity to laugh, argue,...
Toothbrushes and Lemons
As you know, I receive a lot of junk mail, spam, and other useless “stuff” on my computer and my phone. It’s a waste of time to write it and I certainly don’t want to read it, so often wonder who in...
All Done
A Blog by Gail Cushman I haven’t been around a lot of babies since my youngest grandchild started thinking like a teenager, when she was almost two years old and asked if she could borrow my car,...
Shopping with Cowboy Bob
Packing for a long trip was difficult. We were passing through about twenty states, three time zones, some states that never see winter (Florida and other southern states) and one that never...