With Love and Luck

I write often about how our lives only function with the glimmering luck and smoothness that they do because of the kindness of others. For instance, we moved from Brooklyn on a sultry night late in May with the help of these people:

 

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Using the vehicle of this person:

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Along the way staying at the home of these people (twice):

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Keeping our stuff in the garage of and subsequently cat-sitting for these people :

Stolen without permission but with all the love in my heart.

Stolen without permission but with all the love in my heart.

 

Moving into the home of this person:

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Getting a great second cat-sitting job on the recommendation of these people (we owe them for scads more as well):

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via Boxers

 

And scheming to build on the property of this person:

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This is just a small segment to show how consistently the network of love and luck that has built up around us has made various aspects of our lives possible. For instance, who else would watch Olive for the summer besides these people?

via Matt Wilde. We're missing a few key players here, but this photo of Olive moving to Harlem was too good not to share.

via Matt Wilde. We’re missing a few key players here, but this photo of Olive moving to Harlem was too good not to share.

 

It is with enormous gratitude that I do my best to push the love around, to re-route it to other places. It is with this affection that we will, later today, help Evan insulate the Grossland Barn Playhouse Package, and it is with this affection that I share with you an opportunity to help a kitty in need.

 

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Click to donate!

 

This kitten of a Prattmate of mine needs emergency surgery and funds for the procedure are proving to be overwhelming– if you are able, consider kicking a few dollars Rothko’s way. I imagine Olive, that three-legged four-toothed pee monster, and I know that I would do anything to keep her reptilian heart beating.

I should note that there are far too many people in my life to thank here by name– the people who stay up all night talking, the people who dig holes and pick corn, the people who sell cars for $1, the people who offer projects in a beloved place to floundering MFA graduates. I am taking this love and bringing it to other places, to Rothko and to Evan and into the forests and cities beyond.

Kisses to all.

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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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  1. Pingback: Wherein A Frog and a Bear See America and A Cat Moves to Pennsylvania | welltailoredsuit

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