Crime Shows, Sore Throats, and the Cold Desert Wind

This New Mexico house breathes through its windows and doors, the cool dark evening stirred by ceiling fans.

On television, an endless parade of delightfully terrible true-life murder shows– God Bless the Investigation Discovery channel.

We are slugging– some of us sleeping– after a long day of using wheels to climb mountains, racing along the switchbacks above Santa Fe, pushing our bicycles over rocks, avoiding cacti. The sun was big, the wind scarce, and driving home a lightning-storm-jellyfish-cloud overtook our borrowed white van, the gravel road to this door not throwing dust, but instead soaking-in the cold summer rain.

I am sleepy from these things and from sleepless nights, desert wind, long and beloved conversations with eyes closed and the lightning outside the window flashing through my eyelids, restless dreaming, morning coffee, lizards sighted.

I miss you all, I love you all.

Gatos for you, from others, all of them terribly belated but finally posted.


You owe it to yourself- watch this over and over again- CLICK.

You owe it to yourself- watch this over and over again. CLICK.



Last summer, dear Yaiko came to visit and he and Olive got along swimmingly indeed. Scenes from a Potluck.

In Full Swing


from KARLA

Needs no caption. Says it all.




who asks, Why didn’t you start a bear blog? Or a frog blog? What is it about the cat?

These images she sends via Fox in the Pine help explain, in my opinion.


She followed that slew of cat delights with this image, writing (of our friend Brosi),

Attached to this email is a photograph, presented to you with permission from Brosi and Covey Bradley. (Covey is Brosi’s brother.) I am just a simple middle-man. The photo is of Emma Bradley, kin to Brosi and Covey, weighing a cat, of course. It is important to know the weight of one’s cat. How much does Olive weigh? In pounds and in olives? (The picture was taken in  the early 1900s.)

Emma Bradley and cat


Olive weighs perhaps too much.

And I am perhaps too sleepy in this purple tooth shirt and old red boxers shorts and funny hair that sticks up in all of the directions, with the hands that click and clack, and the eyes that gather great bags beneath them.


About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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