If this is coffee, then please bring me some tea. But if this is tea, please bring me some coffee.”
–Abraham Lincoln
Whoopee, Pard, there was a whole lotta shakin’ goin’ on last week. No, I don’t mean that thar rock ‘n’ roll song, but what took place over yonder in the Middle East–the land of Turkey and Syria. Last I heard, there were over 22,000 dead from the quake. Many of them were sleepin’ an’ didn’t even know what hit them. My land, the devastation and loss of life was tremendous. That just shows to go yuh that this ol’ world is a tremor, groanin’, and moanin’ from the curse of sin. It’ll stay than way an’ get worse until the Lord sets up His kingdom here on earth.
Shame though, so many dead. That number would make up a good size town. A person never knows when it’s their time to go to meet the Lord either as Judge or as Savior. Best we are ready just in case. Why, go ahead Pard, yuh can drink whilst I talk, I remember when Granny and Pappy were a-drivin’ along the highway when a tree jumped right out of the forest smashin’ down on the hood of their car. Why, if’n they were two feet further on down the road they would have been on their way to the Pearly Gates, but the Lord weren’t quite ready for them then. One always wonders…
One thing for sure, Pard. What’s that? Coffee’s good this mornin’. Sure it is! It’s always good if’n a person makes it strong enough and don’t put no cino mixin’ in it. Back to what I was a-sayin’, time sure goes swiftly by. Goodness gracious, my middle granddaughter has right now, this past week, turned sixteen. Yep, that means this ol’ fence post is gettin’ older as well. Pard, yuh know how it is, some days is good, some is bad. Some days the ol’ starter gets harder to start. But I get up, get the ol’ pot to brewin’ and go do my mornin’ writin’ and readin’. Hmm, I’m believin’ if ol Abe was takin’ a sip of my coffee, he wouldn’t be thinkin’ it was tea.
Pard, I see it’s time for yuh to be leavin’–the pot’s empty. Yuh be prayin’ for those folks who survived, and be checkin’ yur cinch. Yuh never know when one of them thar trees will jump out in front of yur hoss scarin’ him silly and with him a-rearin’ up yuh might find yurself on yur backside. Hmpf, maybe that’d knock some sense into yuh.
Vaya con Dios.