Coffee Percs

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

He settled back to drinking coffee. He was a coffee drinker, and he liked it black and bitter.”

                       –Louis L’Amour  (Conagher)
 
Be right with you, Pard.  I’ve just been thinkin’ and ponderin’ about things and people.  One of my ol’ saddle pards passed over the Great Divide.  He and I shared many a cup of coffee together and spent many a time jawin’ with each other.  Yuh know, we say we’re goin’ to pay our last respects, but that’s not true.  If’n they’re real friends we’ll go on respectin’, reflectin’, and rememberin’ them.
       Help me out, Pard.  Let’s lift our cups up high in ‘membrance of the memories of all our friends an’ family no longer around us.  They may not have passed on, but they are no longer a major influencin’ factor in yur life, though they once were.  People come and go an’ that’s the purpose of God.  Providence makes sure that there are those around us for a time and season.  They may last only a year or they may be there for several.  Others yuh lose touch with, but that’s not sayin’ they weren’t important in yur life at one time.  So here’s to all the friends and family that have touched me.  Ahhh, glad I made it strong this mornin’ for their memory.
       This here cup I’m holdin’ this mornin’ reminds me of my Mom and her family.  It came from the ol’ Jones’ Cafe in Boulder.  Foolishness that a cup filled with coffee can hold memories as well as a delicious brew?  Nah, memories come in all sorts of sizes, flavors, and aromas.  We don’t get stuck livin’ in the memory, but hopefully it makes us smile and remember.  I just received a note yesterday and it brought a smile and memory.  It’s nice to receive notes from those who helped yuh along the way, or maybe those yuh helped.
       Yuh be havin’ a good week.  Hope yuh enjoyed the coffee and don’t get so busy yuh forget to tighten yur cinch.  Be ridin’ easy…and wary, keepin’ yur eyes upon the eastern skies.
         Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

I willingly depleted my financial resources to a greater extent by purchasing a small sack of coffee.”

                    –John Upton Terrell  (Bunkhouse Papers)
 
My mercy, if that ain’t the truth I don’t know what is.  Befuddled–our President is one befuddled person.  Oh, didn’t hear yuh Pard, I was busy doin’ some thinkin’.  Pour yurself a cup of coffee. I surely don’t want yur mind befuddled.  Our befuddled President made the statement that the right to an abortion comes from a person “being a child of God.”  Now that for sure is a befuddled statement… No, that’s a plain stupid statement and is verging on being blasphemous.  Where do people come up with thoughts like that?  Ah yes, from their father the devil, for he is the “father of lies.”
       How’s the coffee?  Figured yuh’d like it.  Gets right on down to the innards.  Well, drink up, the day awaits yuh.  Let me tell yuh so in case yuh come across a befuddled person yuh can recognize them.  I got the definition from one of them big books some smart fellow put together full of words and their meanin’s.  Now, befuddled means–unable to think clearly; utterly confused or deeply perplexed.  How ’bout it, Pard, know anyone that fits that bill?
       Hope yur enjoyin’ the coffee.  Since my birthday was last week, the kids and grandkids helped fill up my coffee pantry.  Sure I do, I thought everyone would have a coffee pantry.  A person can’t afford to go without coffee, they might become befuddled and then forget to check their cinch.   Nope, put aside a–I was goin’ to say a few nickels but it would take more than just a few to buy coffee–put aside a few dollars, keep it on hand, and don’t let yur coffee pantry get low.
        Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

This coffee ain’t for newborns, son. It’ll either kill you or make a man of you. Help yourself.”

                         –Reg Quist  (Mac’s Way)
 
Come on in, Pard, we’ll celebrate the end of the month together with a cup of hot brew.  I think this is so hot it’ll burn the hair right of’n yur tongue, so be careful, sip it lightly.
Ahhh, hearty enough for yuh this mornin’?
       I guess they’re goin’ to do it–forgive some of the Snowflakes and Twinkies school loan debt.  Now, that just ain’t right on several accounts.  For one thing who is goin’ to pay for it?  Someone has to, and I reckon those politickin’s are goin’ to raise taxes to do it.  Not right for the common, every day worker to pay for the college education of someone who is a bum.  Yuh take out a loan, yuh pay it back, that’s just right.  Another reason an’ maybe the most important is that they’re bein’ taught to be a bum.  No obligations, no responsiblity, no accountability.   They’ll think life is just a tip-toe through the tulips.  No wonder they panic, fear and fret.
      The coffee’s good this mornin’, or maybe the ol’ gizzard just enjoys it.  Say, I’ve been ponderin’, yeah, I know it’s dangerous for an ol’ fence post like me to ponder too much.  It’s enough to ponder which leg to put in my britches in the mornin’.  But I’m gonna let it fly.  I’m certainly not a globalist or universalist (how ’bout those big words?), but I do know for a fact that all roads and paths lead to God.  Whether Muslim, Buddhist, Christian or whatever other thing a person will believe it’ll eventually get them to God.  Now, pause and think on that whilst I pour another cup.
       The Christian will stand before God, in devote humbleness, and praise Him for His mercy and grace.  All those other folk are gonna stand before Him too, but they will only see Him as a fearful Judge who had offered His Son and they refused to accept Him.  All will stand before God.  A person will stand before God washed in the blood of Jesus Christ or they’ll be shown the folly of their ways and sent to the Lake of Fire.  So, all roads do lead to God.
       See, I wasn’t foolin’ yuh.  Sure hope yuh enjoyed the coffee, I’ll try an’ remember to wash it out ‘fore next week.  Sure don’t want any of yur slurps left in it in case someone else comes by before Saturday.  Yuh be havin’ a good week as we move into May and no matter what road yur travelin’ this week, check that cinch before yuh mount.
       Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on
The aroma of strong coffee drew him to the pot on the cookstove.” 
                     –Stephen Bly  (Shadow of Legends)
 
I hear yuh sniffin’.  The coffee sure does draw a person to it.  Go ahead, Pard, pour yurself a cup.  One of the nice, delectable, simple enjoyments of life, the aromas of the kitchen.  Ahhh, sure does make a person smile.  Think of some of the others:  bacon, baking of bread, a pie just out of the oven.  Simple, but wonderful things. 
       So much of the air is polluted anymore that it’s hard to find a place that has fresh air.  They call it progress, but I think it is an excuse for power and money.  I’ve read that there are only about a half dozen places on earth that don’t have noise pollution.  But I guess some folk enjoy the sounds and smells of the city, ’cause that’s where they seem to congregate.  Some of them are leavin’ the city and bringin’ their pollution out to the woods.  They get just far enough away so they can say they live in the country, but close enough to drive to their work.  Of course, with the new-fangled technology, they can now work at home.  Ahh, the smell of the computer and the telephone as we hover over it.  Sure not like fresh baked bread.
       When I’m around some folks I get choked.  Some of those women with their high-flautin’ perfume, and the men who smother themselves in cologne.  Wheweee, or should I say pooeeey?  They clog up my sinus, gag and burn my throat, and they think that they smell wonderful.  In my way of thinkin’ they’re tryin’ to draw flies.
       I was readin’ where there are things that God enjoys to smell.  Some things are a sweet aroma to Him.  One of them is a proper sacrifice.  A sacrifice had to be prepared carefully and to instructions so that it could be a sweet aroma to the Lord.  One of the most important sacrifices mentioned in the Bible is the livin’ sacrifice of you and me.  Hmm, wonder how I smell to the Lord?  And, Pard, (sniff, sniff) I’m not so sure ’bout you.  Ha, just jokin’, Pard.  Drink down that coffee.
      Take time to enjoy some of those little things.  Look at the flowers in bloom, listen to the birds in the mornin’ or the stream as it cascades over rocks.  I like to hear the breeze move through the leaves on the trees and the movement of the deer walkin’ through the woods.  Oh, be sure an’ take time to smell the coffee.  Ahhh, it’ll bring a smile to yur gizzard.
       Enjoyin’ the sweet aromas of life–perhaps one of the things we take for granted until we come across some putrid smell.  We scrunch our nose, the eyes water, but we don’t think about those wonderful smells.  Seems like we take so much for granted, like checkin’ yur cinch.
       Vaya con Dios.