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...
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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,...
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...
Wrinkly Bits
Thank you for reading and commenting on Wrinkly Bits. I have a lot of fun writing my blogs and am humbled that you read them. I also spend time testing the waters with a romantic series entitled...
In Search of My Idaho Sky
I woke up this morning to a gray sky, a red sun, and wondering if my neighborhood had been picked up by aliens, as I could see nothing beyond my own home. I stepped outside to retrieve the newspaper...
Stepping into the Fire Pit
I started getting hot flashes when I was forty. After thirty-four years, you’d think they would slow down. I mean really. At my age, I’ve “been there—done that” to a whole bunch of stuff, and...
53.8
This is 2020 and bad things have happened all over the world. This week, the worst happened for our family. My husband of 53.8 years passed away after several years of illness. I say 53.8 years...
Look What I Got for $50!
I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror and thought Gail, you need updating. Between my wrinkles and drudgery of Covid-mania, I was feeling and looking old. I don’t have time or money for a...
Junque!
The lights flickered a few nights ago and I decided I should test my flashlights, and, of course, they flickered, too. I needed AA and AAA batteries for most, so headed to my storage place for...
It’s 2020
I've been working on this social distancing thing, and I think I have it down pat. With my razzle-dazzle hearing aids, I can mostly hear what people are saying from six feet away and if I get stuck,...
No Pokes, No Prods, No Whiskey
The first time I heard the words "virtual medicine," I was shocked. How the heck can a doctor poke and prod you via the phone or online? Would she use some sort of software that I could download,...
An Hour in the Life…
My dog friends, FiFi and FooFoo, are visiting again, don’t these people ever stay home? I watched with interest at their arrival, wondering if I could build another Wag and Company blog. They did...
Get on the Bus!
My grandmother, Margaret, lived with us for the last six years of her life, taking her final breath at age ninety-five. Those six years were interesting because we had two teenagers in the house...
What Was I Saying?
I saw a sign reading, “Sometimes I start a sentence and I don’t even know where it’s going. I just hope I find it along the way.” I liked the thought and it sounds good, but I’m sure the author of...
Straightening Bent Nails
I am sure that I am not alone in taking credit for starting the recycling movement. It didn’t start out of a save the Earth movement, it came out of let’s be practical and my family members were the...
Wag, the Perfect Guest Host
A Blog by Gail Cushman I agreed to babysit a couple pooches next week. I wrote down the date, but, of course, my “senior moments” have rendered my brain useless. I do recall the directions:...
Underwear and Outerwear
As I have recently shared, my mother, Field Marshall Von Emeline, gave me lots of advice. Most of it I ignored, but one pearl rings true every day in my brain. It was something about always...
I Should Have Listened to My Mother (Part 1)
Years ago, I went shopping with my mother searching for the perfect water pitcher for some holiday dinner that I was hosting (I did that long, long ago, before I learned not to volunteer to host)....