I drink Louisiana Family owned Community Coffee because life is too short to drink bad coffee.

Good morning and welcome. Today is Monday, February 10, 2025, and, I woke up thanking God for another day. How about you? I am a coffee drinker. Unashamed. When we started out back in the day, (the mid 1960's), we bought whatever coffee was on sale, sometimes, in a tub. Some many years ago I came to realize life was too short. Today I drink Louisiana family owned Community Coffee typically in the k-cup style, dark and bold, intense blend. When we travel I can take along a one cup drip maker and a bag of Community. Yep. I am that serious. For over 20 years I ordered it directly from Community but recently I switched to Amazon and put it on an automatic order every three weeks, by the case. Not too long ago I had a fairly irritating bout with gout. Bout with gout. Rhyming not withstanding, I discovered that coffee helps to deal with this malady. I immediately upped my game. I increased my intake from 2 to 3 cups per day to 3 to 5 cups per day. Thanks to the internet recommendations because we all know that everything we read on the internet has to be true. Right? At any rate, the coffee, along with two different medications have helped manage the situation. And, I might add, the coffee along with a Monster energy drink help to keep me awake during Church services including choir practices. As Hillary reminded us, it does take a village of coffee and energy drinks to make things right. Or, something like that. If you don't get the reference look up Hillary and village and you will find it. Let me also be clear, I do not recommend anything I do to someone else because it just might be the wrong thing for them. I also appreciate the exercise I get from busting open coffee cases and then the cartons. Residual value all over the place!

 

I know that is more or less silly. I used the photo of Biscuit I took last week to demonstrate her role in our daily machinations. She is a wonderful pup who super loves people and especially one people. That would be me. I get reprimanded from time to time for doing for my great grands what I used to do for their parents, my grands. My wife often tells me I need to follow the instructions of the parents regarding what they can and cannot do or have. Really? But, I mostly do. Mostly. And, I quickly add my boys still wonder where that kind of treatment was during their growing up days. Getting all mushy, my friends, is a process. I do the same thing with Lil Miss Biscuit. She loves to eat off of my plate. I try to be careful what I give her but it's very hard to refuse that sweet whine. I think with me it's a condition I can actually pinpoint when it got fired up for real. Our first grandchild was born some 35 years ago. After that, we've added 10 more, and after that, 8 greatgrands, one dog, Sir Bentley, and now his successor, Lil Miss Biscuit. All of that contributed to my mushy-ness. Sad to say but the quote on the definition card might apply, "he gets as mushy as a Hallmark valentine". If this keeps up I may be first in line to turn in my 'man' card. Y'all get out there and have a good day and be sure to give thanks to God as you do! Amen.