Just when I think I am as adept as Bill Gates or Mark Zuckerberg at using technology, somebody throws me a curve ball. My WrinklyBits.com website needed a facelift (don’t we all?) and I found a...
Category: Seniors
What If?
When I returned home from my recent date, I was filled with questions and had a fine case of the What Ifs. The What Ifs are a non-communicable disease that attack widows without warning. They kinda...
First Date
Hurray. He isn’t an axe murderer, but he did carry a knife, one of those Leatherman types. How much damage could that do? I had met him online and I had a bucketful of warnings and cautions and...
Keeping Track of Grandma
I bought a new gizmo this week, electronic, of course, and eagerly tore into the package to connect it. Actually, I tried to tear into the package, but I am wise to how companies package these days...
What I Did Today
It’s 5 o’clock Thursday and I’m just now writing my Friday’s blog. The days rumble by, faster than I want. It would be nice if I could start over now and then, I mean when 5 o’clock rolls around, I...
Nothing Important
This week I heard from an old friend and asked him why he was avoiding social media these days. In his younger days he jabbered all the time, talking about this or that. In his older days, meaning...
She’s Got Mail
Every morning at about 10 o’clock I receive an email from the US Postal Service telling me what mail I can expect to arrive that day. I don’t recall asking for this service, I am perfectly fine...
A Coffee Cup with Character
When I retired, I was sure that I wouldn’t have enough to do to fill my days and that has happened. Once. One day out of eleven years. The rest of my 4,000 post-retirement days have flown by and I...
Recalculating
I find myself fascinated with the technology in my car, particularly Map Lady. I have never seen her, but, undoubtedly, she is a very smart person who rarely makes a mistake, and I can’t help but...
Aging in Place or Going Commando
A few days ago, someone asked my age. “I’m 75,” I said without hesitation, and the person, I was talking with, most likely a 30-something, looked at me in horror, like I had made some sort of faux...
Whipped Cream and Other Things
Retirement is supposed to be a piece of apple pie, ala mode, but this has been one of those weeks, busy beyond words. I was out of town for a couple days and now I’m back, but in between, I...
Holy Cow!
A Blog by Gail Cushman The mother board on my PC broke and it was smoky and hot outside, and the Olympics were being broadcast, so I took a day off from my usual writing habit and did mostly...
Earlobe Drooping
Add this to my ever-growing list of sags and bags: my earlobes. I’ve never been accused of being cute, it never made the list of descriptors of Gail’s highly intriguing assets, but if someone had...
I Can Hear It Now
I was wandering around the grocery store the other day and must have looked totally impressive in my worn-out jeans and holey sweatshirt with coffee drools running down the front because a man with...
My Curious Friends
I have some new friends with the oddest names, but they must really like me because they call often. Their names are Maybe Junk and Potential Spam. They call several times a day, and have begun...
Wrinkly Butts: I’m Not in Boise Anymore
I was tired of eating my own cooking, so decided to venture across the street to nice little restaurant with an outdoor patio called Hurricane Wings, which turned out to be a good decision. I had...