Transplant Shock

A few weeks ago I went outside to dig in the dirt.  Weed and trim.  Enjoy the beautiful day.  There were a ton of weeds, as I haven’t really gotten to it much this year with all the traveling I’ve been doing.  I was in front of the house and cleared away some of those clover-like plants that spread like crazy.  The good part about those is that when you get the roots it clears a big space out.  You make progress pretty quickly.  Anyway, I got rid of those plants, and then I found this – the roses were completely covered up by some of the other plants.  Not weeds, but daylilies and Siberian iris.  So I moved the roses.

(c) Kathleen Thompson

(c) Kathleen Thompson

It was August and hot out.  It was quite sunny and dry on that particular day.  And those rose bushes immediately started wilting in the heat.

Shine On!

Twenty-five years ago, in August 1991, my husband Jerry and I moved into our first and only house.  It was brand new, and the paint was barely dry. (We had done the painting ourselves with the help of friends, family, and a power roller.)  Last night in honor of this special anniversary, I cleaned and polished the kitchen sink so it shone.

(c) Kathleen Thompson

(c) Kathleen Thompson

Yeah, there are a few bumps and scratches, but it’s still beautiful.  I guess the same thing could be said about me.  And you.

Night of the Living Dead

My husband Jerry was a huge fan of horror movies.  In fact, his entire family was.  Me?  Not so much.  Which translated means, “they completely freak me out”.  The classic movie “Night of the Living Dead” was one of Jerry's favorites.  I couldn't watch it past the first few minutes.

Group of zombie walking at night

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Imagine my horror when I actually felt as though I had become one of them…the living dead.

A Mountain Road, A Motorcycle, No Guardrails

Fear gripped us as we started down the mountain.  We were in Arizona on a motorcycle tour.  The others were more experienced riders, and used to the terrain out west.  We were used to riding rolling hills with trees and shrubs on the side of the road.  Here were sharp switchbacks and a steep drop-off to the right.

NOTE:  This is the straight part of the road.  No one took pictures on the switchbacks.

NOTE: This is the straight part of the road. No one took pictures on the switchbacks.

One false move and we could go hurtling off the side into the abyss below. 

Would you like to PLORK?

Do you have any idea what “plork” means? Probably not, because I made it up. (I’ll give you a hint. It comes from reading Stuart Brown's book Play.)

(c) Thinkstock Photos

(c) Thinkstock Photos

Brown paints a compelling picture about why we should bring play back into our lives as adults. I even did a podcast about the importance of play. Kind of ironic, isn’t it? Making play sound so serious?

But what does that have to do with PLORK?

Happy New Year!!!!

A new year.  A fresh start.  A blank piece of paper.  What can you create this year?  The possibilities are amazing!  I created this image to encourage and inspire you.  You only have one life.  Let's go exploring!

(c) Kathleen Thompson

(c) Kathleen Thompson