At Dawn, Before Ken

The snow in the yard is blue still, the sky tinged with pinks and orange and for now I am drinking coffee, watching the cat hunkered down on the rug. The both of us will be glad when spring comes; we are waiting for the thaw.

Our days have been filled lately– leafy courtyards and champagne, dark cabins and woodfire, music blaring, a couch strapped to the roof, laughing along the road illuminated by headlights, a grinning smiley alligator-dog houseguest spooning with Olive on the couch, Uncle Roy sleeping in the spare room and giving blue flowers and licorice allsorts to a new baby and his brave mother, driving up on Mondays to watch an old baby play Shaq-Fu with his father, pots brimming with popcorn and x-rays and construction paper confetti.

In the last month we have: welcomed (1) new baby to the friend-family, taken in (1) Roy and (1) enormous dog, found (1) enormous dog a home, been approved to set up (1) educational/community darkroom, been stricken by (2-3) bizarre afflictions, have prepared to throw (1) raging party. Also, I learned how to make sourdough bread. And Ken comes tonight. And it is Erik’s birthday.

Here are some pictures about cats.

Nautilus.

Nautilus.

Cats in a weaving shop in New Orleans!

Cats in a weaving shop in New Orleans!

This cat's got style.

This cat’s got style.

Rachel, the feline resident of the grand, grand house on St. Charles Avenue.

Rachel, the feline resident of the grand, grand house on St. Charles Avenue.

For a few days in February we didn't wear sweaters.

For a few days in February we didn’t wear sweaters.

GAH

GAH

Marie Catoinette and friends Annie Chokely, Sargent Pepperspray and Aunt JoAnn with a crab hidden on her person all ready to go to the ball-- Where the Vile Things Are.

Marie Catoinette and friends Annie Chokely, Sargent Pepperspray and Aunt JoAnn with a crab hidden on her person all ready to go to the ball– Where the Vile Things Are.

Thrilled to have lost my head.

Thrilled to have lost my head.

We met some people.

We met some people.

Rachel on the morning of the bourbon sipping/cigar smoking/shoe decorating/all day mimosa brunch.

Rachel on the morning of the bourbon sipping/cigar smoking/shoe decorating/all day mimosa brunch.

Gato in the Garden District

Gato in the Garden District

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One fifth grader's shapes collage! Aghhhhh

One fifth grader’s shapes collage! Aghhhhh

Louie came to live with us, for a little while.

Louie came to live with us, for a little while.

Louie goes to his new home and immediately, inadvertently, trees the cat.

Louie goes to his new home and immediately, inadvertently, trees the cat.

Sadie: not sure for that.

Sadie: not sure for that.

My SAW would say, “be well”.

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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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