Coffee Percs

He was drinking his coffee. Returning from the kitchen, she poured him a second cup and then sat down to join him.”

                         –Luke Short  (The Deserters)
 
Howdy, Pard, how’re yuh perkin’ this mornin’?  Sure hope yur not boilin’ over.  Come on, Pard, that’s a joke.  I know the world is a serious place to be but this is ol’ Ira here holdin’ the coffeepot in his hands ready to pour yuh a cup.  Yuh could at least give me a little grin, or a smirk.  Too bad yuh didn’t come by yesterday.  The missus made some chicken enchiladas stuffed with jalapenos, poblanos and cheese and there were some left over.  I fired up some of that hen fruit, and covered them with that tasty sauce.  Guess it was sorta like huevos enchiladas.  Tasty, Pard, mighty tasty.
       It sure has been an interestin’ week to say the least.  I just cayn’t imagine people riotin’ over not bein’ able to kill the unborn.  That’s simply ignorant fools acting stupid, or maybe not–some of them have an agenda of murder, evil, and lawlessness.  They belong to the devil and are usherin’ in the way of the Man of Lawlessness–the Antichrist.  Unless these folk have a real conviction placed upon them and repent they are headed for perdition.  This is close to blasphemy, I reckon, for it slaps the Creator in the face for mankind was made in His image and they are takin’ the place of God in killing babies.
       We’ve come a long way since I was a kid, and from the looks at you…well, I’ll stop there.  I happened to watch the second episode of The Rifleman the other night.  The Book of Job was given in a paraphrase.  Can yuh imagine a show doin’ that today?  Why even some preachers won’t preach the Word, “the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.”  The Rifleman paused when he said that, then emphasized, “Blessed be the name of the Lord!”
       That’s a good thing to remember Pard.  In the bad, as well as the good, we should be blessin’ the Lord.  Too often, and I hate to admit Pard, I’m guilty of this once in a while, we sit ourselves down at the table to partake of the bounty before us an’ we plum forget Him.  Oh, we might mumble a short prayer, but we don’t think much ’bout what we’re sayin’.  If God is really in charge of our lives we need to be thankin’ Him for everything.
       Be thankin’ and prayin’ and watchin’ each step on this journey.  Be remindin’ yurself about the Lord, and yuh can also be remindin’ yur ownself to check that cinch.
        Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

He went back to his coffee and bacon, dined, and lay down for a siesta beneath a cottonwood some distance removed from the live-oaks.”

                         –William MacLeod Raine  (A Texas Ranger)
 
Here’s a good mornin’ to yuh, Pard.  Coffee’s good and soothin’ this mornin’.  Yuh know, one thing nice about this here retirement–I can take a nap anytime I want.  When I was workin’ there weren’t no specified nap times.  Another good thing is that I can put a pot on any time I want, don’t have to lug it around in a thermos.  I can sorta relate to that ol’ rider Raine; it’s been a few years now, but I’ve taken a nap or two under cottonwood trees.
       Mercy, those judges on the Supreme Court have been busy this week.  Overthrew Roe v. Wade, upholdin’ states’ rights by 6-3 vote, and confirmed a 2nd Amendment case over a New York law by 8-1 vote.  Interesting!  So in the midst of stupidity there is a voice of reason.  
       Good coffee this mornin’.  Hot outside, but say, yuh know it’s summer.  We moan, whine, and cry so much over the weather and we ain’t figured out that we cayn’t do anything about it.  We just learn to cope.  I remember when we first moved to Houston back in ’78.  No, Pard, it wasn’t 1878.  The thing I’m sayin’ is that we went two years with a car with no air conditioning.  Just had to do it–cope.  We stayed at a house for a couple of weeks until we found an apartment.  Bein’ new to Texas we didn’t realize that the air conditioner in the house went out, we just figured it was hot.  We got along–we coped.
       An ol’ hand mentioned this week on his program simply that “Life is short.”  In the grand view of eternity, life ain’t nothin’ but a thread on the rope of time.  We need to be doin’ what the good Lord wants us to be doin’ in this short time we have.  Not that we can’t have a good time once in a while, but we need to not be playin’ all the time.  There is a purpose and we need to be doin’, not whinin’–we need to cope with life.
       It’s kinda like goin’ to a restaurant and orderin’ coffee; it mostly ain’t that good so–cope with it, and next time don’t order any.  There is so much in life that we taste, smell, hear, and see that is not worth it, especially in the light of eternity.  Don’t be takin’ too many naps, but be doin’ the Lord’s work.
       Let’s be finishin’ that pot so yuh can be gettin’ on down the road.  And remember, to do the Lord’s work, yuh have be sound and that means checkin’ yur cinch.  Don’t just cope with it–do it!
       Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

After taking a sip of the hot coffee, I set the cup down gently and wiped my moustache.”

                    –D.C. Adkisson (The Shepherd)
 
Well, good mornin’ to yuh, Pard.  I wasn’t sure if yuh’d make it or not.  I’ve been sittin’ here, contemplatin’ and wonderin’ if’n yuh were comin’ on over.  I’ve drunk a cup, but the pot is still fresh an’ almost full.  Grab yurself a cup and partake.
       Been doin’ a heap of thinkin’ about Father’s Day.  Yuh know the Father is perhaps the most maligned person in our society.  He’s the joke of sitcoms, and yet he is supposed to be the provider of the household.  But then again, the traditional family is being disregarded as well.  Shame, and downright dangerous the way some folks are playin’ with the way God intended for things to be.  
       I remember someone, many years ago, told me to get in touch with my feminine side.  I went an’ hugged my wife.  She is my feminine side–together we are one.  Nowadays, folks are wantin’ a man to be something he ain’t supposed to be.  God created man and woman, each with particular roles.  Man is born to protect, care, and provide, not to try to figure out what gender he is.  He is to help progenate children, then leave them a godly legacy.
       Pard, a man likes strong coffee, of that I’m sure.  It’s not a requirement, but it’s sort of a liniment for the innards.  If’n he doesn’t have that juice a flowin’ makin’ his innards work, he’s got to come up with something.  Hmmm, maybe it’s those cinos they’re drinkin’ now that’s causin’ them to question their manhood.  Nah, it’s the deceiving lies of the devil.  The devil wants to abolish the concept of man (read C.S. Lewis, The Abolition of Man).  
       Man was created in the image of God.  To think and act otherwise is to taint what God has created.  It is another way that humanbein’s mock God.  Man is to take care of his family, to be the priest of his home.  Yet all around there are those who are tryin’ either to usurp his manhood, or change him into somethin’ God never intended.
       Pard, when yuh get up in yur saddle, after yuh checked yur cinch, sit tall.  Remember who yuh are in God’s sight–yur a man.  To the ladies readin’ this, hold yur shoulders back and thank the good Lord, He made yuh the way He wanted.  To not do that is to throw mud in God’s eye.  He don’t like that, and He won’t allow it for long.  Laugh and scoff, but there was a reason for the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah.
       Whew…I done said all that I’m goin’ to this mornin’.  The pot’s empty, and yur most likely tired of my goin’s on.  Have yurself a good week, in the Lord.
        Vaya con Dios.
                                 

 

Coffee Percs

She offered no comment but filled two cups with coffee and placed one before me. She seated herself across the table and took her cup in both hands, looking across at me.”

                         –Louis L’Amour  (Passin’ Through)
 
Mornin’ to yuh, Pard.  Glad yuh came to visit me on this very special occasion.  Taste that coffee!  That is the original, aromatic, flavorful, and mighty tasty Kona coffee.  Nope, not a blend, but the actual, guaranteed, good stuff.  No, that’s not why the day’s special; we’re drinkin’ special coffee because of what took place on this day.  It is a memorable occasion!  It’s when my sweetie and I got hitched, and I want to tell yuh that her ol’ brother Jon did a good job of tyin’ that knot.  To tell the truth though, I’ve never tried to untie it.  It could have been a bow, or slip knot and I wouldn’t dare have touched the strings.
       Yep, anniversary number 51.  If’n yuh count the year we were engaged, we’ve spent 52 years together.  My mercy, think of the many times we sat across the table lookin’ at each other.  That’s how we started out yuh know.  Our eyes just sort of met, then I guess one of us melted and we blended together.  How many cups of coffee have we shared together?  At the table, in a motel room, at a campfire, in a cafe, or just drivin’ down the road in one of our steel mounts an; she’d pour me a cup from the thermos.
       Nowadays, we often sit, coffee in hand, not sayin’ anything just enjoyin’ each other’s company.  Communication don’t just come from talkin’ or kissin’.  Much of it comes from bein’ together, knowin’ what each other is thinkin’ and just enjoyin’ the time.  Once in a while I’ll get her to gigglin’, maybe a wink, or the way I slurp my coffee.  I enjoy hearin’ her laugh, which she does when I clog in the kitchen, though now it’s more of a heavy shuffle.
       51, Pard.  51 good years, and I’m lookin’ ahead.  Never mind the rheumatize, or the other aches and pains, I can handle them all as long as she still sits with me.  She’s not drinkin’ as much coffee as she used to.  Hmmm, but I’m still makin’ the same amount.  For sure, the Lord sure has been good to us over the years.  Why I could tell yuh some tales where He kept us, and He still does.  
       One thing for sure, I check my cinch.  Learnt that years ago, I don’t want to be fallin’ out of the saddle.  I know that ground comes up much faster than it used to, and it’s harder as well.  Yuh best learn from that, always check yur cinch, keep yur powder dry an’ yur gun oiled, along with yur Bible read up.
       Vaya con Dios.