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.