He then turned more snow into boiling water for his coffee. Coffee was what he needed, coffee so strong he’d bet a spoon would stand up in the middle of the cup, otherwise unsupported.”
–G. Wayne Tilman (The Marshal of Jerome)
Ha, just had to use this quotation this mornin’ for the Perc. Wouldn’t it be nice down here in warm Texas to use snow as the water for coffee? Mid-90s all week, but what should we expect, it’s summer. Pard, yuh don’t mind the heat, do yuh? My ol’ college pard said that it had to be in the 90s before yuh could have a decent baseball game and he was a catcher. He wanted that heat. People whine and complain ’bout the weather and I don’t know why, there’s not a thing they can do about it except possibly move. The rain falls on the just and the unjust, and as does the rays of the sun. Get over it creampuff and face the day.
Some say it’s too hot for coffee. Well, they don’t know the joy of the wonderful elixir, or they run to buy one of those ice cinos. Silly goofs. Ahhh, smell the aroma, Pard, let the brew slide down yur gullet to make the ol’ gizzard smile.
Pard, I didn’t watch much of the Olympics, only a highlight here and there, but some folks are just plain fools. If yuh followed, Noah Lyles didn’t win the 200, and he did the right thing by immediately congratulatin’ the winner. There came an outcry from people, primarily the media I’m supposin’ that he should be arrested; that he doesn’t care about the plight of humanity. See, he gave a slight hug to the gold medal winner when it seems that he ran with COVID. If he didn’t congratulate the winner the pundits would be shoutin’ that he’s a spoiled sport. All I can do is shake my head. ‘Course I know there are whiners and murmurers and complainers no matter what . . . just ask ol’ Moses ’bout that.
Been busy, the grandson came home with us and spent most of his time with the cousins. Momma came to bring him home and they left yesterday afternoon. We celebrated the eldest granddaughter’s birthday as she will be on a missions trip on the actual date of her birthday. Sure does this ol’ fence post good to see her servin’ the Lord that way. The others will all start school next week. Boy don’t they need the Lord with all the junk they throw at the kids’ minds these days.
Pard, we need to be constantly on guard–guardin’ the truth of God’s Word, makin’ sure that our children and grandchildren know the right trail that’ll lead onto glory. We need to be teachin’ them to keep their weapons clean and ready for use. We need to be makin’ sure they know that they don’t just mount up, but that they check their cinch before doin’ so. There are so many basic, simple things that are vital to practice and also be ready to use in this crazy, evil world.
Vaya con Dios.