Coffee Percs

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

With his pie half-eaten, he took another swig of coffee, laid his fork down, and waited while the waitress refilled his cup from a steaming pot. He nodded his thanks.” 

                    –Donald L. Robertson  (Tortured Season)
 
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie, and the apple pie and all the other treats…but we must remember, Pard, that Thanksivin’ is more than stuffin’ our face an’ fillin’ our innards with delectable food.  Yep, Pard, whilst yur enjoyin’ yur coffee, be thankful for it.  As I wrote the other day, we need to be listenin’ to the “Echoes” an’ learnin’ from them, an’ thankin’ the good Lord for all that He has done.
     Ahhh, good coffee this mornin’.  Lookin’ forward to havin’ some over the campfire next week.  Burn ban is off here, so it should be nice, ‘ceptin’ that rain is forecast for Thanksgivin’ Day.  But that’s alright, the Lord sends the rain.  Pard, I’m convinced that we don’t thank the Lord enough for all that He does for us.  Seems to me that we don’t thank Him when we’re in trouble–unless He gets us out.  We moan and groan, whine and complain, but give little thanks in those times of turmoil.  For sure, we don’t thank the Lord much when things are goin’ great; we don’t think about it.  We’re too busy to be a-thankin’.  We tend to thank Him when we’re reminded to, when there is a special day to check our conscience.
     So, Pard, yuh be thankful this week.  Be thankful that yuh haven’t fallen on yur coconut because yuh didn’t check yur cinch.  Be thankful that the Lord has taken care of yuh when yuh didn’t even know it.  Be thankful for the small things, for the mundane things, for the routine things–in other words in all things be thankful.  We should all make that a habit.  
     Yep, hurrah for the turkey and dressin’.  Hurrah for the pies, in all flavors.  Hurrah for the salvation that the Lord has provided for us.  Hurrah for His keepin’ power.  Be havin’ a wonderful Thanksgivin’; I’ll have the coffee ready next Saturday, the Lord willin’.
       Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

He took the offered chair, saw the steaming cup of coffee, and lifted it to his lips and took a long draught. ‘Ummm, that’s good coffee!’” 

                    –B.N. Rundell  (The Trail to Retaliation)
 
Pard, missin’ yur smilin’ face this mornin’.  I left the door open, so go on in an’ make yurself a pot.  The missus and I are out in the Hill Country for a weddin’, won’t be back ’til tomorrow.
     Whoopdi-ay, I see where some folks are runnin’ scared.  Maybe this time something will get done up there in the Marble City.  For shore, they need to get rid of that wokeness in the military.  That’s a sham and a shame that nonsense goin’ on with our military.  Yep, those top generals should be losin’ their jobs.  Wish ol’ Krulak was around, or some of the others of days gone by.
     Pard, I’m tellin’ yuh that it’s gonna be a hum-dinger those first hundred days of office.  The President’s gonna show ’em how the cow eats the cabbage.  An’ Pard, he’ll do it with a smile on his face but with a firm hand.  Get rid of some of that graff and smugness of some of those there politicians.  
     What’s that yuh say?  Nope, nary a one.  Come on Pard, yuh know that them Hollywood sort and entertainers are mostly gab.  Run their mouths but when it’s time to put up an’ follow through with what they said, ha.  Do yuh really think they’d leave the good ol’ USA?  Be better off if some of them would hit the road, that’s for shore.  
     Don’t be lettin’ this day go without mentionin’ Grandma’s birthday.  She was a determined person, possibly the strongest person I’ve known.  An’ could she cook, why the onliest one that could beat her would be my darlin’ Annie.  Side by side there’d be no match agin them.  She’s up in glory, possibly helpin’ out gettin’ that Marriage Supper ready.  The irony of Grandma was that she always kept the coffeepot ready for company even though she wouldn’t touch the stuff her ownself.  When yuh sit yurself down at that table in the sky, be shore yuh get some of Grandma’s dumplin’s or a bite of her pie.
     Listen, since I ain’t ’round to be checkin’ on yuh, yuh be shore to do things right.  Don’t get lax just ’cause yuh think better days are ahead.  Might not be that way, so stay alert, an’ Pard, don’t go ridin’ off without checkin’ yur cinch.  Why I reckon I’ve checked mine a time or two already on this trip.
       Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

After a quick search, he found the lukewarm coffee pot he had been told about and was happy to discover it was still half full. He didn’t bother with taking time to heat it, just poured himself a cup full, drank deeply of the chicory coffee, and filled the cup again.” 

                    –Mel Odom  (Matamoros Bull)
 
Pard, when I heard the news, if’n I’d been in the kitchen I’d have done a little cloggin’.  Now it’s time to get to work gettin’ this country back on the right track–that is followin’ the Word of the Lord.  Along with that delicious brew I reckon my liver is a tinglin’ along with the gizzard.  I know it’s a democrat song, but my mind is goin’ to FDR’s “Happy days are here again…”
     Go ‘head, take a deep swaller for I do have some bad news.  It’s actually shameful news.  My very most favorite store of all time says that they’re no longer goin’ to have a Christmas catalog.  In fact, here are their words as to why, “in the spirit of inclusivity as it welcomes customers of all backgrounds, religions, and traditions to celebrate the season.”  Bah–humbug!  Pard, there goes my shoppin’ at Neiman Marcus.  ‘Course they don’t have my style of boots and shirts, nor any decent sort of sombreros to choose from.  Ha, gotcha.  I don’t think I’ve passed through one of their stores ‘ceptin’ maybe once or twice goin’ somewheres else.  But, Pard, what season is comin’ up?  My mercy–it’s Christmas!
     See, the enemy just won’t stop.  Not only is he the great liar and deceiver, he’s full of jealousy.  He can’t create, he can’t sit in the throne room, he can’t save a soul, all he can do is lie, steal, cheat, and destroy that which is good, or at least attempt to.  Say Pard, let me ask yuh a simple question.  Which is worse in yur mind:  slavery or killin’ babies?  Our country was split along geographic lines once with the slavery issue, but my land, Pard, ain’t killin’ as bad or worse?  Add to that the abomination of the gay agenda and all its ramifications.  Makes yuh just want to spit, but swaller first, don’t be a-wastin’ any of that coffee.
     Yuh be celebratin’ the holy-days.  I know they’ve shortened it to holidays, but yuh get my meanin’.  First is comin’ the recognition of those who served our country, the veteran.   All gave of their time and effort, many with their blood.  Followed by Thanksgivin’, and don’t we have so much to be thankful for?  Yuh know, I’m convinced that there are more blessin’s than there are problems, burdens, and troubles.  
     Now, don’t yuh be celebratin’ so much that yuh go off half-cocked an’ forget to check yur cinch.  Fallin’ on yur noggin’ ain’t the best way to bring in the holy-days.
      Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

He pulled his wool long coat tighter around him, feeling the cold breeze curling around him, and thought of a mug of steaming hot coffee by the fireplace.” 

                    –James Leonard  (A Storm Is Coming)
 
Ahhh, steaming, hot coffee is waitin’ to make my gizzard happy.  Come on, join me friends, yuh’ve nothin’ better to do right now.  Right now I’m not needin’ that sheepskin coat, but sometimes the ol’ bones do get achy.  Sure prayin’ and hopin’ that the chill is not from those liberal weasels an’ their hoo-dooin’ and fanaglelin’.  
     Pard, don’t yuh be a-frettin’.  I’m safe from bein’ picked up by a garbage truck today.  My mercy, the audacity and downright foolishness was that statement.  It ranks right up there with Hilary’s “deplorables.”  Pard, we’ve been called “deplorables” and “garbage” by leadin’ bureaucrats over the years.  Makes me think of that verse in Psalms, I think it’s 84:10, where the psalmist writes “I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in tents of the wicked.”  Or even in their vast estates.  Surely we have seen wickedness in high places.
     Take a sip, but while we’re a-politicizin’ I read last week that Kamala said that “voting helps us fulfill God’s expectations for us to help Him.”  Whooeee, I’m a sayin’, an’ it’s not cause the coffee’s hot, but perhaps she’s right.  To cast a vote for those antichrist folk, those who are against the innocent unborn is to bring us closer to the man of lawlessness takin’ over.  It will bring us closer to the judgment of God upon this nation.  
     Pard, I ain’t no prophet, but a simple study of history proves this true.  Time and time again God judged nations.  I recall that in the latter days of Rome, there came to the throne, Constantine.  He tried to undo many of the things that was bringin’ Rome down.  It was a respite, if only…  Then read of the times that Israelite kings did right in the eyes of the Lord, and when people did what was right in their own eyes rather than seein’ through the lens of God.  Judgment came, turmoil came, and in some instances, disaster came.
     Sure glad this coffee is warmin’ up the innards ’cause I read a statistic the other day that set my soul to boilin’.  It weren’t the coffee I was drinkin’ neither.  The statistic read that 49% of Christians are not votin’!  Shameful!  Sinful!  We are supposed to be stewards of our lives and that involves bein’ involved to the extent that we can with our country.  To not vote when we have the obligation to is downright shameful!  Read Jeremiah, read the prophets…oh, they didn’t get a chance to vote, but yuh’ll see that God often gives the people the kind of government they want and then they have to pay the price.
     Pard, if’n yuh haven’t voted–do so, make me proud of yuh.  But be sure yuh check yur cinch before goin’ out.
      Vaya con Dios.