Melissa McLean Montgomery

I lost my hat. I loaned it to my sister. She says she was wearing it when we picked her up. But it is not in the car. I remember distinctly seeing her red hair in the distance as my sweetie drove down the street to meet her. " There she is ! " I said to my sweetie. I remember her getting in the car. She was carrying my purple jacket that I left at the cafe. And a brown bag. She says she was wearing the hat. I don't think she was. I think she left it somewhere and has forgotten. But she was so definitive in her belief that she had it that I did not argue. Even though I still cannot find it. And I want desperately to argue: No you did not. I do not have it. It is not in my car. It is not in my sweetie's car. It is not in the house. It is not at the barn. IT IS GONE. Part of me does not care. I have lots of hats. As I approach 50, things become less and less important. Winning arguments and being right has become less important. On the other hand, I did lov...

Spring! Bringing new everything. Some old friends have popped up like reliable bulbs. New friends arrive like little seedlings. I love the friends I have. I also like making new ones. And of course some have to be shredded with my old winter coats that no longer fit.

Here we/I are again. 365 more chances to get it right. Insert sigh here. The Christmas decorations are away and I find myself picking/sorting through leftover lamb and opening the last of the gifts of dark chocolate. I save it til last I prefer milk chocolate. Lamb dinner aside I have a confession to make: I have been " Raw to 4 " for a year and love it! I recommend it for those struggling with health or budget issues. Have I mentioned that Sense and Sensibility is on TCM and I'm craving tea and shortbread?

Reading rock n' rollers tales of their debauchery and self discovery has made me realize I have much in common with them. Their names? Duff McKagan ( Guns n' Roses) and John Taylor ( Duran Duran ). Their books- It's so easy: and other lies, The Pleasure Groove. Who would have thought?

Am I pretty? beautiful? Can I take a good selfie? What is my best light? My best angle? Do I have too many wrinkles? freckles? Is my nose too big? Forehead too high? I have been told I have a perfect mouth. Twice. Am I smart? Am I talented? Am I funny? Am I nice? Does it matter? In the end, This is what I have.

Holy April! The birdies are singing and I am once again able to get out of bed before 8 am. Major accomplishment. I have the longer days to thank. Now the winter of my discontent is over, I have to put the geraniums back outside and clean the horrible window frame in the back ground.....it never ends, but goes round and round.

I am obsessed with storage. Anyone who knows me will attest to this fact. I like to put things away, label them, sort, donate and throw out. Its my cardio. Its my therapy. I like systems for things. I hate looking for things. When I was a child, I used to organize my room every night. I could not go to sleep unless all my dolls were in their nighties and my books were neatly stacked. Not much has changed. Except now my dolls are in my storage locker, packed neatly away.