Coffee Percs

Coffee’s cookin’ on the stove in the corner. Go right on ahead and pour yourselves up a steamin’ cup. ‘S good coffee. Guaranteed finest kind.” 

                         –J. Lee Butts  (Gun Works)
 
Come on in Pard, an’ take a weight off’n yur feet.  Surely hope yuh had yurself a good week.  I did, but my days were all messed up.  I thought Tuesday was Friday, then Friday was Saturday.  Guess that’s what happens when yuh jist sit ’round the fire, enjoyin’ life and coffee.  Right now there’s no pie–fastin’ pie for the month of January.  
       I’m in an unusual situation.  My mind is normally percolatin’ with a bunch of thoughts stirrin’ around.  My problem then is to sort them out, but Pard, right now, there’s nothin’ stirrin’ in the ol’ noggin’.  Oh, I could get goin’ with the same old rant about the virus and vaccine along with power and control, but what’s the use?  I could write about the economy, the price of bacon, an’ inflation.  If’n I took a notion, I might say something about the President, and others up in Washington, but then my liver and gizzard might get in an uproar.
       Don’t worry, just grab the pot and pour whenever yur cup runs dry.  Don’t make me no nevermind–just do it.  Hey, let me tell yuh ’bout one of my Christmas presents.  I received a special gift of coffee–a coffee of the month.  Each month, I’m to receive coffee from a different place in the world.  So far I’ve had coffee from Ethiopia and Uganda.  Nice present, and I’ve enjoyed it.  Ha, see you are too.
       Yuh know, thinkin’ of those yokels in Washington the ol’ song comes to my mind.  “Won’t it be wonderful there?”  Heaven that is, not the grand monoliths of political power.   It’s a sad thing to say, but when I look at some of those faces I get downright ill.  I don’t bother listenin’ to their spiel, which are mostly lies.  I’d rather hear the porkers oink and grunt in the neighbor’s yard next to Kimberly’s.
       Speakin’ of songs, I’ve tried to keep one current everyday.  Sorta like a resolution.  We know the heavenly Father has given us each day and we’re to be doin’ our best for Him each and every day so I thought.  “I woke up this mornin’ feelin’ fine.  I woke up with heaven on my mind.  I woke up with joy in my soul, for I knew my Lord had control…”
What, yuh don’t like my singin’.  I thought it might be worth a cup or two of coffee.  See, and if yuh look closely, yuh can see that I’m part of the “woke” crowd.  No, not those whimperin’, snibblin’, lily-livered whiners, but a member of the Kingdom of God.  
       Well, yuh need to be on yur way an’ I need to be workin’ on my latest book.  It should be out sometime next week.  Yuh take care, and don’t forget to be checkin’ yur cinch from time to time.
        Vaya con Dios.

Coffee Percs

Those who wanted coffee, would come and sip from the pot or share from the few cups.”

                    –D.C. Adkisson (Mal de Ojo)
 
Come on in, Pard.  My mercy, I haven’t seen yuh since last year.  How have yuh been keepin’ yurself?  Out of coffee, huh?  So yuh figure yuh would come see me.  Well, it’s on the stove and plenty of it, hot, black as the night and strong.  Just the kind to get yuh started in the new year.
       Things haven’t changed much.  Folks are still runnin’ to and fro lookin’ for answers that ain’t to be found exceptin’ they turn to the Lord.  Fools!  Vaccine then more vaccine, then vaccine but wear a mask.  I saw a picture of a band with slits in their masks so they could toot their horn.  Now that is just plumb silly.  Plus where do they think the air that flows out of the horn comes from?  Hmm, perhaps there is a special filter that cleans out the virus and it’s all stuck in the horn.  
       See why I made the coffee extra strong this mornin’.  Oh, an’ this year is an election year.  Don’t yuh know we’re goin’ to hear a spew of lies.  Like I said, politicians and the like ain’t the answer–folks need the Lord.  But will they turn to Him?  They sure haven’t durin’ this here pestilence of a virus.  In fact, more and more have used it as an excuse to stay home.  Fools!  Ain’t no other word for them.
       Better drink up, next thing they’ll do is make yuh show yur vaccine card to buy coffee.  Drink it while yuh have it.  Oh, and one more thing before we part this mornin’.  I heard tell that this is goin’ to be the year of the great resignation.  Yep, from what I heard, folks are goin’ to be resigning from their jobs all over the country.  Plumb foolishness.  What happened to the Work Ethic?  We’re looking at a great hand out, those leftists are goin’ to want you and me to be payin’ for those who quit to get somethin’ to eat.  Yep, there may be desperate times ahead.  Of course, some may be forced to quit because of a vaccine mandate, but the others, why they’re just plain lazy, and the Lord sure don’t like laziness in folks.
     By the way, good to see yuh again.  The turnin’ of the year into 2022 didn’t seem to hurt yuh none.  Glad yur all in one piece.  Yuh must have checked yur cinch without me remindin’ yuh.  The coffee was good this mornin’, and the company was swell.  Yuh be havin’ a good week, ride wary and watch for obstacles that may come yur way.  The ol’ devil ain’t goin’ to stop workin’ to get yuh.
       Vaya con Dios.

Coffee Percs

Once the coffee was ready, he poured himself a cup and stepped out onto the porch to greet the morning.”

                         –Brad Dennison  (The Long Trail)
 
Whoooeeee, Pard!  It’s hard to believe!  Reckon this is the last Saturday we’ll be together until next year.  My, my, my, for next Saturday is Christmas–yeehaw!  Then the followin’ week will be New Years.  Still hard to believe that another year has gone by.  Makes me wonder what I did with my time.
       I know one for sure–the Lord has been good and faithful to me.  With all the craziness in this world He has kept me, and my family.  Glad to be assured that whatever is goin’ on that the Lord is right there with me.  The ol’ devil would like nothin’ better than for us to lose our focus.  Why that is like drinkin’ diluted coffee.  Yuh know we’re not supposed to compromise, we should be drinkin’ the strong, pure, undiluted brew, nothin’ artificial, nothin’ weak, no see through coffee.  The same is true of our focus on the Lord.  Why for sure at times it would be better if we were wearing hoss blinders.
       How’s that taste?  Goes down smooth an’ soothes the gizzard don’t it?  Well, that’s the way I’m prayin’ for yuh, Pard.  I’m prayin’ that next year yu’ll have smooth ridin’, that yuh don’t fall off in some cactus patch.  Prayin’ that the bile doesn’t come up in yur stomach, nor that yur gizzard will get riled up.  Stay in the Word, Pard–kept yur gun oiled and ready, don’t be lookin’ to the right or the left but only on what the Lord has for yuh.
       Yuh be careful until we meet back here again.  I won’t be remindin’ yuh to check yur cinch, so yu’ll have do be rememberin’ it yur ownself.  Now, I know that’s a powerful lot, but don’t be goin’ out into this ol’ world unprepared.  Check yur gear an’ that includes yur cinch.  So until next year…have a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
        Vaya con Dios.

Coffee Percs

Coffee and bacon—to him those two things had always stood for home. They were intimate and companionable.” 

                    –James Oliver Curwood  (The Valley of Silent Men a Story of the Three River Country)
 
“Jingle bells are ringing… ’cause Christmas time’s a-comin’… and yuh better watch out an’ not pout.”  Why, Pard that’s singin’.  It’s called a medley, and that’s what happens when I go t’ singin’.  I just let ‘er rip, and the words just come from out there somewheres.  What are yuh sayin’, that’s not a medley?  Well, what is it then?  A mess!  Pard yuh just don’t appreciate the way my mind hears music.
       Does that mean yuh don’t wanna partake of my coffee?  It’s on the stove, just needs to be poured.  I’m not sure if bacon is intimate and makes for good companionship.  Why bacon just don’t stay around long enough to become a companion unless yur a-talkin’ about what it does to my figure..  Coffee, it’s sure ‘nough  companion, and brings grand thoughts of home.  Grandma always had a pot on the stove, she didn’t drink it herself, can you imagine, but just in case company might come by she was ready with a cup for them.
       Home!  Ain’t that quite a word!  There’s lots of houses, and buildin’s, but homes have to be made.  I don’t mean of bricks and mortar, but with blood, sweat, tears, and prayers.  Home is where the heart is.  Hmmm, what a thought.  I wonder how much we think of heaven as our home.  Don’t seem that many out there think of it much.  And along with the other troubles in buildin’ a home, some are sayin’ that we shouldn’t necessarily be meetin’ in our homes on Christmas or we need to wear one of those blamed masks.  Pard, if’n I should wear a mask how would yuh see my grin, or I yur bootiful face?
       Yuh better drink yur coffee as I’m about to commence my singin’ again.  One thing for sure there is a list bein’ made.  Part of it might be if’n yur naughty or nice, but there’s sure one book that’s all important–the Lamb’s Book of Life.  Yuh want to make sure yur name’s written in it.
       Ride safely home, Pard.  If’n yuh need to get shoppin’ done don’t let it wait ’til the last minute.  Why then yuh might get to hustlin’ and bustlin’ around and forget to check yur cinch.
        Vaya con Dios.