Category Archives: coffee muses

Monday, May 29 -Memorial Day

Lite Rain Falling For A Cooler Morning Coffee Muses

Lite Rain Falling For A Cooler Morning Coffee Muses

Memorial Day, a day to pay homage to all those who gave the ultimate sacrifice for the ideal we call America. Started in the aftermath of terrible time when brother fought brother, cousins bore arms against one another. They called it Decoration Day back then, and decorations were placed on the graves of all at the battlefields of the Civil War. Today is a rainy cool day perfect for the contemplation of patriotism, service, sacrifice…

My great-grandmother was one of those Confederate War widows. She married my great-grandfather after the war. She had a young son with her when she married. My great-grandfather was too young to fight barely 15 when the war was over, but somewhere around that time he aged 5 years and married an older woman. Did he age to go to war?

Time to fix breakfast…

Sunday, May 28

It's A Muggy Cicada Sunday Morning Coffee Muses

It’s A Muggy Cicada Sunday Morning Coffee Muses

The cicadas are singing this morning. Summer must really be hear (pun intended). I started noticing the continuous buzz yesterday while tending the smoker. But, when it’s warm and muggy enough for them to make it sound like the summer afternoons of my youth in unairconditioned Texas, calendar be damned, it’s summer.

I pulled the briskets off the smoker last evening just before full dark. They were wrapped in foil, yes, the Texas crutch. Then I put them in a low oven to hold overnight. I was going to fire up the smoker this morning but it’s just to hot to sit out and watch the fire. So I think I’ll just crank up the oven and finish them in comfort. Here’s what they looked like about halfway through yesterday’s smoke…

I swear I can hear bluebird babies fussing from here as mom and dad make trip after trip with fresh bugs to fill the gaping mouths that never seem to get full.

Time to go fix breakfast so we can get this show on the road…

2pm – Meats done…

Friday, May 26

Overcast Early Summer's Morning Coffee Muses

Overcast Early Summer’s Morning Coffee Muses

Ceiling fans are working this morning. No sun shining, but the temperature is already climbing thru the upper 70’s. Steel gray skies over vivid green trees blocking the horizon. Flashes of blue and red in the trees bring out thoughts of decorations hanging in Christmas trees… Come to think of it, the temperature is mindful of Christmas day.

One month from today I should be sitting on the porch above a wonderful mountain view. Cook mountain mornings, fog rising down below, sun coming up over the mountains… A cup of hot coffee, steam rising, sitting at the outdoor table, listening to the world come awake. My favorite place, my favorite way to greet the day. Let the countdown begin.

I’m taking the wives to her annual doctors visit. Then it’s shopping for a big, beautiful hunk of brisket for Sunday’s dinner. I also need wood and charcoal… potatoes, cabbage makings for slaw… wine…

Gotta get moving…

Thursday, May 25

The Last Forecasted Cool Spring Morning Coffee Muses

The Last Forecasted Cool Spring Morning Coffee Muses

I am going to enjoy the morning to the utmost since the weather prognosticators are foretelling it will be the last below 70° start to a day for at least the next wee and a half. I even spent a big part of the afternoon out hear reading yesterday. That was after spending the of the day riding the Deere… And even that was mostly pleasant. It’s remarkable how good a relatively moderate humidity can feel. I can almost see the appeal of the Rocky Mountain West. .. Almost.

This yard is becoming quite the hawk haven. When I’m mowing I’m used to the cattle egrets following me, even sitting still as I drive past. But, never before have I had a hawk land in the tree above me and watch me mow. Then when I finished the back and moved to the front, he found another perch where he could watch me there too. This morning, it looked like the same hawk came flying across the back yard just off the ground before landing on a low limb in the red oak. Then later two more flew out of the woods and landed screeching in the pecan tree…And all the while the young Mississippi Kite watches from the perch above Jones Street.

In the news yesterday I see the CBO numbers are out… And the score is the same, almost exactly, as the original healthcare bill the House Repugs wouldn’t vote for originally. Oh, except it doesn’t save as much money over ten years… since no one would vote for the original because of the numbers, you can begin to understand why they didn’t wait for the numbers this time… To my way of thinking, the Christian Right is proving there is nothing Christian about the Right in American politics.

Oh well, its too pretty of a morning to think about Republican cold heartedness.