I started off with a cup of strong black coffee. I never did like anything in my coffee to cover up the flavor of the coffee.”
–Lou Bradshaw (Ace High)
Don’t yuh be a-frettin’ Pard, I ain’t gonna say nothing about cinos. See, I reckon there’s all sorts of people out there, some good, some bad, some weird, and some look like they came out of a horror movie. That means some like good, hot, strong, black coffee like it was meant to be. There are others who aren’t so hardy an’ need something to sweeten them up along with their coffee, whilst others need some of that moo juice. Now I won’t go so far as to say that almond milk is acceptable, ’cause I’ve never seen a way to milk an almond. Then there are the moderns who need their cino. But let me be tellin’ yuh right now, yuh gonna get the pure stuff this mornin’.
Hope yur week went well. Did yuh realize that summer begins tomorrow? Been gettin’ hot here, but then again it’s wakin’ us up for summer; it is Texas after all. Pard, that means that the year is half over. Yur still here, yuh might not look like much, nor have much to be showin’ for it, but yur here. That says somethin’. Yur rememberin’ to check yur cinch and the good Lord is takin’ right good care of yuh. I’m reminded of one of the Psalms, 116 if I’m correct where it says, “I will walk before the Lord in the land of the living.” That’s our purpose and our plan.
There’s so much stupidity and evil out there, blatant and in yur face an’ a-sayin’ that it’s okay to live an’ think the way they do. It sorta riles my gizzard, so I’ve stayed away from most of it this week. I know we need to be keepin’ up with the world in which we live, but my mercy, a person can only stomach so much of it. The old bile gets to movin’ around makin’ me want to a spewin’ my innards out. Folks tend to forget that we’re made in the image of God. I know, I know, that is speakin’ of the spiritual, but let me tell yuh–what’s inside shows forth on the outside!
Coffee tasted fine this mornin’ but I need to be up an’ a-movin’. Daughter is havin’ a breakfast brunch for Fathers’ Day, so got to get the ol’ steel mount on down the road. She found some rhubarb so Annie’s makin’ a rhubarb custard pie along with a coconut cream pie. Pard, let me tell yuh I’m already smackin’ my gums thinkin’ about it. The little ol’ pie-baker still has it. Kimberly is makin’ the biscuits an’ Annie will be makin’ the gravy so it’ll be a grand time.
Pard, yuh be doin’ what I said, walk with and before the Lord every step of the way, no matter the weather or the trail. Yuh can’t do nothin’ ’bout the weather, so if’n the rains come jist be sure to have yur slicker handy. Ha, ha, ha, that reminds me–seems like I always pack the slicker away so’s when I need it I have to get wet to get it out. And the trail, why jist keep yur eyes out for the snares of the devil. Don’t be jist a lookin’ at the ground, there’s li’ble to be some hostiles or catamounts in the rocks and trees, so yuh’s be careful travelin’.
Vaya con Dios.