Coffee Percs

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

Coffee sure warms a body good, though, don’t it? Short-term, that is. Trouble with coffee heat is that it don’t sink down in the bones and stay with you for any spell.”

                    –Wayne D. Dundee  (Dismal River)
 
Come on in this house…coffee’s ready and waitin’.  It’ll get yur insides a chuggin’ an’ ready for what’s comin’ at yuh today.  I know at the age to which we have finally arrived the ol’ starter is harder to start.  That’s why a person needs some solid lubricant to get it goin’, none of that see-through stuff.
       I remember hearin’, way back from my youth, a story of a crooked man who walked a crooked road.  When that came to my mind this week, I was for sure thinkin’ it was about those bureaucrats and the hoodlums they keep around them.  I saw where $33.5 billion dollars was spent last year on that so-called vaccine.  Somebody’s sure rackin’ in the dough.  Oh, yuh say the shot is free.  Ha, ha, ha, there ain’t nothin’ free, hasn’t anyone ever told yuh that?  In fact, we’re all payin’ for it.  Payin’ for it with our taxes, payin’ for it with the loss of freedoms and rights, and payin’ for it by playin’ right into the hands of the charlatans.  Some of them (Gates, et.al.) are probably sittin’ back, smokin’ an ol’ stogies and gigglin’ up their sleeves.
       One thing for shore, I know in Whom I have believed.  Yep, the good Lord is watchin’ over me, takin’ care of me, and guidin’ me through this wearisome land.  Along the way He even allows me to sit a spell with folks like you.  So yuh be havin’ a good week, don’t be takin’ any wooden nickels and always be mindful to be checkin’ yur cinch.
        Vaya con Dios. 

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

They had a fire going and coffee on, and the smell of the coffee and of bacon frying fairly set my stomach to asking questions of my face.”

                         –Louis L’Amour  (Chancy)
 
Come on, Pard, let me put a smile on yur face this mornin’.  Ahhh, good coffee, roasted right here in Coldspring by Spring Ridge Roasters.  Yur face certainly shouldn’t be askin’ no questions after a sip or two of that delightful brew.  Makes yuh almost want to giggle, tastes so good.
       Let me pass on something I read from that sage from an earlier day, Washington Irving.  Now, if my coffee didn’t light up yur face maybe this little story might.  Irving was out traveling in the West.  “Indeed our coffee, which as long as it held out, had been served up with every meal, according to the custom of the West, was by no means a beverage to boast of.  It was roasted in a fryingpan, without much care, pounded in a leathern bag, with a round stone, and boiled in our prime and almost only kitchen utensil, the camp kettle, in ‘branch’ or brook water; which, on the prairie, is deeply colored by the soil, of which it always holds abundant particles in a state of solution and suspension.”
       So Pard, don’t yuh be complainin’ none about my coffee for yuh could be in worser shape.  We get to cryin’ and bellyachyin’, and whinin’ for often no reason atall.  Reminds me of those Israelites a-wanderin’ in the wilderness.  They complained, so the good Lord had them wander, and while they was figurin’ out which ways to go, they whined again–the Bible calls it murmurin’.  It seems that murmurin’ causes confusion and complainin’.  The Lord sure don’t care for it much, for it is He who sustains us, who gives to us, who blesses us, who tells us not to be a-worryin’ for He has everything under control.
       Well, I notice that yuh didn’t seem to mind the coffee as yuh guzzled it right down.  Yuh be havin’ yurself a good week, and if’n yuh come by next week with a knot on yur head, don’t be murmurin’ none that yuh done forgot to check yur cinch.
        Vaya con Dios.

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

The morning cup of Café Nair is an integral part of the life of a Creole household. The Creoles hold as a physiological fact that this custom contributes to longevity, and point, day after day, to examples of old men and women of fourscore, and over, who attest to the powerful aid they have received through life from a good, fragrant cup of coffee in the early morning.”
                    –The Picayune Creole Cook Book (1901)

Mornin’ Pard, come on in and let’s have a cup of coffee.  Ahhh, a pleasure of life, to be sure.  Sorry that I seem serious this mornin’.  I know Saturdays are supposed to be light-hearted, a day of fun activity.   Hmmm, where did we come up with that idea?  Six days shall thou labor and the seventh we rest.  Ha, on the seventh most are out workin’ or partyin’ and not doin’ much thinkin’ of the Lord which we are supposed to be doin’ on the Lord’s Day.
       Take another drink; if’n it’s not too hot, take a deep, long one.  Times are serious; we need to be aware of what’s happenin’ around us.  For sure, I know two things:  the Lord is coming, and I believe soon; and with that, the ol’ devil is gettin’ ready to take over.  Now, don’t be gettin’ in a fuss, nor takin’ me wrong.  I don’t for a moment believe that this vaccine is the “mark of the Beast.”  However, that bein’ said, I do believe that the foundation is now bein’ laid for it to come on the land.
       Here, let me take a slurp before continuing.  I want to pass on to yuh somethin’ I read, and it ought to get the attention of all of us.  Prime Minister Johnson of the United Kingdom stated that people will not be able to buy or sell unless they have proof of takin’ the vaccine.  President Macron of France said the same thing and added people will not be able to have access to shopping areas without a vaccine passport.
       Whooeee, if that don’t get yur attention!  What is it that is said in Revelation, people who do not have the “mark” will not be able to buy or sell?   My mercy, if a foundation is not bein’ laid for the future, I don’t know what yuh’d call it.   With all that bein’ said, I’m sure glad yuh stopped by this mornin’ to partake of a cup of coffee with me.  Hope, despite what I’ve shared, it’ll put a smile on yur face and a whoop in yur gizzard.
       Yuh, just be ready.  I think the four riders of Death we see in Revelation are tightening their cinches and gettin’ ready to mount.
        Vaya con Dios.                                   

Coffee Percs

by Ira Paine, Posted on

It’s a long time, now, since we hazed bronc together or drank coffee out of the same pot.”

                   –Buckskin Brady
 
Sure good to be back and sit with yuh for a good cup of that hot, black elixir.  I know I made mention of that last week, but it’s good to be among friends–folks that think somewhat sensibly (except when yuh don’t check yur cinch).  We did have a good time visiting around the country, but it’s also good to have yuh ’round the table drinkin’ coffee and speakin’ with yuh.
       Things were settlin’ down, but those liberal bureaucrats refuse to let that happen.  Saw somethin’ last week that if’n yuh don’t get vaccinated against that virus yuh shouldn’t be allowed to work or have access to children.  What are they goin’ to do, come take yur kids away from you?  Don’t snort, don’t yuh think that’s in the back of their minds?  Evil, that’s what’s there.  After all, that want-to-be, has-been Hillary declared years ago that the children belong to the state, not the parents.  Hmmm, sure does sound like communism to me.
       Well, I gave mine to the Lord years ago.  They belong to Him, as do the grandkids so don’t no one be a-tellin’ me they belong to the state.  Them’s fightin’ words.  Now, my gizzard is gettin’ riled–time for a swaller.
       Don’t think I told yuh, but we visited a ranch in Montana that was started in 1862.  They really had it kept up nice, and it was still an operable ranch.  At one place there was a display with a Ranger at a chuckwagon, handin’ out samples of camp coffee, and tellin’ about the role of the coosie.  He did a fine job, just needs more experience.  He was tellin’ me some about Arbuckles so I listened like the polite person I am, then offered some advice.  I hope he took it for there’s more to the story of Arbuckles and also Folgers in the West.  I brought up a few things he didn’t know about the role of the cook and chuckwagon.
       That’s enough blatherin’ for a Saturday.  Coffeepot’s empty, time’s movin’ on, and yuh’ve got yur chores to get done.  Yuh be staryin’ alert–the wicked one, that devil is after us one way or another.  Beware of distractions–they’re for a purpose–and be conscious of deceptions.  That cinch needs to be checked so yuh don’t end up lyin’ in the dirt.
      Vaya con Dios.