We were all up before the crack of dawn again with the aroma of black coffee and the sizzle of two pounds of bacon in the old iron skillet again wafting through the ancient log cabin.”
–Ken Overcast

I know, I know, no need a-tellin’ me, pard, I’m burnin’ daylight. But tomorrow I won’t, at this time it’ll still be dark. Yep, daylight savin’s time. Sure can’t figure out why daylight needs to save time. I wish they just leave things be.
One thing about bein’ retired, I’m not quite as bound by time. Maybe I told yuh this, but I was out walkin’ the other day an’ began to think, “I can’t do another lap, I don’t have the time.” Then I chuckled at myself, what was I talkin’ about, I have time. Now, that don’t mean I don’t have appointments to keep, or things I need to be gettin’ done. But time don’t have quite the hold on me like it used to.
It seemed like I was always in a hurry to get places, or to get a job done. Now I reckon that a person misses a lot when he travels at a gallop. A person, at least from time-to-time, needs to enjoy the ride and scenery as much as gettin’ to his destination.
Mercy, pard, yuh done guzzled that cup down. Yuh have someplace yuh need to be? See, time is pushin’ yuh to get things done. Not sure ’bout the coffee this mornin’, reckon it tastes okay. Wasn’t made by my little hands.
I was drivin’ through the little town where we’re movin’. I didn’t see one coffee shop. Now, I wasn’t lookin’ for no Starbucks, I don’t buy from that place, but thought there might be an’ old Texas coffee shop. I read somewhere that “a good coffee house makes everyone feel comfortable, whether in torn jeans or ribbons and lace, whether of tender years or counted among the golden oldies.” However, on the bright side, when yuh come a-visitin’ our new abode we can sit on the back porch, look off into the woods, and drink coffee. I made sure there was an outlet on the porch where I’ll keep a pot brewin’.
‘Nother cup, yur ol’ gizzard must have been plumb dry. Drink it down, for you’ve got to get things done. Me too, but not at the same rate you do. Have a good week my friend.
In the days ahead, don’t be in such a rush that yuh forget to check yur cinch.

He released his hammer, slid his pistol into his holster, then stepped to the stove, poured himself a cup of coffee and took his customary seat in the corner.”
–C.J. Petit (Alex Paine)

Come on in, pard. Hope the weather’s fine where you’re at, sure been nice for the beginning of March in East Texas. Ahhh, the coffee sure does make the gizzard smile this mornin’. Pard, there’s just somethin’ I can’t figure out. Since I’ve left the workin’ world, it seems like I can’t get all the things done that I plan each day. Most of them aren’t all that important and can be put off, but I surely thought that things would slow down a bit since I supposed to be sittin’ back in the ol’ rockin’ chair enjoyin’ my retirement. Now, now, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure enjoyin’ it, just ain’t getting everything done; maybe I could make my list shorter.
Let me tell yuh one thing I’m convinced of–this world is gettin’ crazier by the day! How ’bout that Texas state wrestlin’ champ. It/she/he was a transgender who wrestled with the girls and won. When the world gets confused about who or what they are it’s in a sorry, sad shape. Changin’ the truth for a lie. Just a minute, cup’s empty; very few things worse than an empty coffee cup. Let me continue my rantin’. Ever notice that those that call for peace and love are the ones that are the least tolerant and force yuh to pack yur pistol? Instead of love, hatred abounds. ‘Nother thing for sure if you pay any mind to those talk shows–they are so dumb and cheap, but the truth of the matter is that you can’t insult arrogance.
Think my wife has the flu. No, she’s not shiverin’ with a fever, but sure is hackin’ with a cough. Yuh know, in the ol’ days we had to depend on home remedies. Some worked, others not so well. I was readin’ about a man with the ague and his ol’ pard came to visit him with a cure. Put the coffee on to boil and when it was ready told the friend to drink it fast, which he did. No one knows the end of the story. The friend has strained the coffee through red hot peppers. Not to worry yuh pard, ifn yur sick I might come an’ make yuh coffee, but I won’t be filterin’ it with pepper.
As the week approaches, yuh go at it with the strength and care of the Lord. That’s the answer to the peace and love the world craves, but they don’t want to see the truth. Keep that gun oiled and handy an’ get yur eyes into the Bible; it’ll help you in the days to come.
I know yur week will probably be busy, but don’t go mountin’ up without checkin’ yur cinch.

I poured a full cup from the soot-covered coffeepot. Blew on and sipped at the kind of belly wash that’d grow hair on a saddle.”
–J. Lee Butts

Waitin’ for yuh, pard. See yur cup’s already on the table. Come on in and sit yourself an’ I’ll get the coffee. Been achy the last few mornin’s; maybe I’m not makin’ the coffee strong enough to get in those rusty joints.
Just saw an article, didn’t take time to read it. Don’t do much with the news anymore. Sure don’t watch it on tv, I get tired of all the lies, slander, fake news, and agendas with the media. I’ve never been much of a person who believed in conspiracies, but the media sure does have an agenda.
Coffee strong enough today? Ahhh, not too bad. It might not grow hair on yur saddle, but it’ll sure make yur ol’ gizzard smile. Back to what I was a-sayin’, I don’t listen to the news much, but I might see a headline and read the article. The title was, “Are You Still Glad You Voted For Trump?” Now given the alternative, Yep, I sure am. But pardner, ain’t no one goin’ to be perfect, and there ain’t no one goin’ to fix the issues of this country until the country realizes the deeper need–God.
We’ve had some “Awakenings” in this country before; revivals that shook to the core. But those who control the media are so antichrist in their thinking it would take a miracle from the Holy Spirit. Now, I’ve pondered the subject some. Sorry, let me fill our cups again, don’t mean for them to go empty. My ponderin’ has brought me to what happened to ol’ pharaoh. When he turned against God and the people of Israel, God hardened his heart. Yep, ponder that, but it’s in the New Testament as well, pard. He said if a person wanted to turn against His Word and believe a lie, well, He would just let them.
Sure glad yuh made it by this mornin’. You be keepin’ yourself ready. Don’t neglect the readin’ of the Word this comin’ week, and yuh better check the load in yur gun, keep it ready. The ol’ devil might try to sneak in this week.
Vaya con Dios, and pard, don’t forget to check yur cinch!

He spooned Arbuckle’s into the boiling coffee pot, watched it for a minute or so, added some cold water to settle the grounds and then set the pot on a rock by the fire to stay warm.”
–Rod Collins

Graylight is upon us. Looks a little dreary out there; rain again I suppose. But yur here, and the coffee is ready. Trust you had a good week; sure was lots happenin’.
I’ve been ponderin’–perhaps if folks would sit down and enjoy their coffee many of their woes would be over. But reckon they would just rather stir up trouble and grief, rather than stir their coffee. Some folk need coffee to wake up; reckon that’s the caffeine in it. Jack Palance once said, “One thing that really excites me is a cup of coffee in the morning. Not my movies. I’ve never watched them.” Coffee is needed for some folk to wake up. In fact, some of those souls only drink coffee in the mornin’. They groan until they have their coffee. Not me, I’m almost doin’ a clog knowin’ what’s a-waitin’ me.
Seems as if everythin’ now is racist, sexist, or political. So far, the Olympics have done a fairly good job keepin’ the politics out. But some folk, when given a platform, will use it to spout their agenda. We live in a crazy world. Good thing we can sit ourselves down and have a good hot cup of coffee to keep the gizzard settled. Speaking of which, I’m goin’ to fill up my cup, how ’bout yurs?
Hmmm, makes me wonder what the media puts in their coffee. They’re probably some of those latte, cino types. Those that can’t stand to take things straight; they always have to compromise, flavor, and distort the real thing. And what about Mr. Pence? He’s in trouble because he lets God speak to him. Might be good if folk would read the first chapter of Proverbs, but remember, those in the world cannot understand the working of the Holy Spirit until they come to a realization of Jesus Christ.
Daylight is here, so time to be gettin’ on with the duties of the day. You ride with truth in yur heart, now hear? Check that cinch, in this crazy world, sure don’t want to find yourself on the ground.