Coffee Percs

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

He took a pot of coffee and a cup and went to a seat by the window. He sat down, filled his cup, and leaned back in his chair.” 

                         –Louis L’Amour  (Borden Chantry)
 
Come on in and join me, Pard.  This is one of my favorite spots, this ol’ chair and looking out to the woods.  Had some visitors the other day.  Yep, some deer ventured out of the woods to watch me drink coffee.  Ahhh, so serene.  Oh, yur not familiar with that term–well, yuh should be.  In fact, I was just thinkin’ that in our walk through this troubled world, we should be more serene and not worry or fret so much.  If we seek the Lord, He will help us find it.  Why, havin’ this cup of coffee, and looking at God’s creation sure does help create that feelin’ of serenity.
       Had a situation occur this week.  I went to make coffee and the pot had given up the ghost.  It was done dead.  Not a real problem, I made coffee in the ol’ percolator on the stove for the next few pots until I dared to venture to the WalMart to buy another.  I make coffee on the stove quite often, but there is a time when I want it brewed a little quicker and also once in a while when I make it on the stove it boils over makin’ a mess.  Yuh know they sell brewers that cost upward to $500.  Mine has an on/off switch and that’s all.  It don’t even make a beep when it’s finished brewin’.  And on top of all that, Pard, the coffee tastes good.  Yur’a drinkin’ it now.
       I remember readin’ once where ol’ Dan’l Boone said that it was time to move as the neighbors were startin’ to encroach.  Well, I’m not goin’ to move but there is buildin’ goin’ on around us, and folk keep lookin’ at lots next to ours.  More an’ more people movin’ out to the country.  If that trend continues, then the country won’t be the country any more.  But unless they’re a cantankerous sort, I’ll keep on bein’ happy.  Can’t help but be, the Lord is good to us.
       Go ahead, pour yurself another cup.  There’s plenty an’ if’n yur stayin’ a while I can always make another pot.  Monday, this ol’ fence post has to go see the heart doctor.  No, nothin’ wrong, he just wants to make sure the ol’ ticker is still tickin’ properly.  My plan is to be back with yuh for more coffee next Saturday.  Yuh be careful out there.  Watch out for the coyotes and wolves for they’re amongst us.  Oh, and don’t forget to tighten that cinch.
       Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on
I’ll have coffee ready in two shakes of a cow’s tail. And what do you say to bacon?”
                    –William MacLeod Raine  (A Texas Ranger)
 
Mornin’, Pard, good to see yuh.  Big day today–yep, that’s for sure.  It’s the baby daughter’s birthday.  ‘Course she ain’t no child anymore, but she is still my baby; cayn’t get away from that.  I’ll tell yuh what though–she’s one to ride the river with.  Stable, steadfast, loyal, and a prayin’ gal.  
       How’s the coffee this mornin’?  Ahhh, tastes fine to me.  With all the troubles in the world it’s nice to have a good cup of coffee.  Sorta eases the mind and soothes the gizzard.
Just look at the fuss.  My mercy, the price of gas.  My ol’ steel mount is pretty good in its feedin’, but it’s gettin’ up there in years, and my ol’ blue workhoss is still movin’ but it seems to take more feed.  No matter what, we have to consider where we’re goin’.  
       Just another thing to add to the agenda.  Time is comin’ when no man can work–yuh know that is in the Bible if’n yuh didn’t know.  So, we best be gettin’ ourselves ready.  No, I don’t mean to become a prepper, but I do mean to be prepared for the comin’ of the Lord or if He tarries whatever else may come upon the scene.  Get yur household ready, keep yur gun by yur side, have plenty of coffee on hand in case I come a-visitin’, look up and be waitin’ for the trumpet to sound.
       Now, yuh know how much I enjoy coffee, but I’m not as bad as some.  I read of a man who requested that when he died and was cremated that they put his ashes in a Folgers or Maxwell House can.  Ashes to ashes, but I’ll not go that far.  What happens if the grandkids (and I’ve trained mine to make good coffee) gets hold of the wrong can?
       One last swaller, but if yuh stay around I’ll brew up another pot.  Gotcha–busy day ahead.  Well, yuh best be careful ridin’ out there for it’s an evil world under the power of the devil.  Yuh ride wary, and be checkin’ yur cinch.
      Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

He’d cooked his two eggs too long and had to eat them with the yellows hard and not runny. It threatened to make his entire day a bad one. But at least he had a good cup of coffee.” 

                    –C. Wayne Winkle  (Range War at Medicine Bow)
 
Last Saturday of the month, so come on in, Pard, get yurself some of this hot, strong coffee.  I’m on my way to bein’ my oldself–for good or bad.  Whoopee, it’s taken some time.  Pard, I’ve simply no energy and that includes my mind.  But it’s comin’ ’round.  My days have surely been messed up, almost as bad as over-cookin’ eggs.  I know the feelin’ if’n the yellows aren’t runnin’ it makes a body wonder what the rest of the day means.
       Ahhh, how ’bout that coffee.  Makes a person smile and thank the good Lord even if his parts are not all workin’ properly.  Kinda takes the bitter out of a wearisome day, like overcooked’ yur eggs.  Now, I like my eggs, and was plannin’ on havin’ huevos rancheros with meat and refried pintos.  Only problem is there were no eggs.  My wonderful, youngest daughter said she’d bring some over with some other stuff.  Well, her mind is like mine–she remembered the other stuff but forgot the eggs.  Breakfast was good, but there for sure was somethin’ missin’–the eggs.
       Been interestin’ out here in our little cottage.  Not only recovering from the China virus, the refrigerator went out so we’ve been storing things on the back deck in coolers.  Good thing it’s been cold outside.  But we’ve managed.  We’ve kept our senses (if’n we’ve ever had any) and made due with the situation.  Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?
       “There will be wars and rumors of wars,” but don’t be frettin’ Pard, the Lord has everything under control.  Interesting that the ol’ “Bear” is gettin’ active.  What will happen now?  Which direction will it turn?  Pard, I’m tellin’ yuh to keep yur eyes on China.  No, not the virus, but they’re watchin’ us, I mean how the government is reactin’.  Is this the time they will invade Taiwan?  Just be ready.
       In my experience, I have found that one thing that a person can do with over-cookin’ the yellows on their eggs is that they can put them between toast or in a tortilla.  Makes a mighty fine breakfast sandwich.  Yuh make due with what yuh have.  That’s life, trustin’ in the Lord through every situation and goin’ along the trail ever mindful of the obstacles..  Do I need to remind yuh?  That means to check yur cinch before mountin’.
        Vaya con Dios.

 

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

He had gathered dry wood before the rain started, managing to keep it fairly dry through the night…. He built a fire and made coffee while he tried to warm up.”

                    –Elmer Kelton  (Other Men’s Horses)
 
Come on in, Pard.  The kitchen is sanitized, simmonized, and certifiable free of pestilence and virus.  Whew, this ol’ fence post hasn’t felt like doing much of anything recently.  I wasn’t really sick in the manner of vomiting, or fever, or heavy coughing, just had no gumption to be doin’ anything.  Didn’t feel like readin’, watching tv, sittin’ up; just wanted to sleep.
       Hopefully I’m on the mend.  Not sure if’n I have anything to say.  Thanks to all of you who contacted me, that was sure a nice gesture.  Made the ol’ boy think yuh felt sometime from yur heart.  Hope to pull on my boots either today or tomorrow and get out.
       Been prayin’ for yuh all.  There’s a lot of the devil’s  goin’ on right now, and that’s not only with the virus still lurkin’ ’round and doin’ its havoc.  So you all be careful out there.  Watch for obstacles on yur journey, read yur Bible, check yur guns, and when yuh mount up don’t forget to check to check yur cinch.  My mind has been rattled some with this China virus, but I still know to do the basics. 
        Vaya con Dios.