One success story for the history books...

an amalgamation that got birthed when learning my youngest daughter received her associate's degree from bend community college in six years, where mine took the rock of ages.

and/or (stone tablets)
of our storied family

which sink outstanding
figurative lines courtesy fishhooks
whereat he/she
might be reading my material
curled up within
one or another cozy inglenooks
as a kid which great place
to hide cigarettes,
illegal contrabands or logbooks
recording weather
(meteorological) outlooks
or other natural phenomena
and/or nesting place for rooks.

Unlike zee papa (he/him) here, who completed his Associate's Degree at Montgomery County Community College (then closely resembling The Flintstones physical environment, they/them, who lived in the fictional prehistoric city of Bedrock, a Stone Age community where we resided in a cave house, often on addresses like 345 Cave Stone Road or 1313 Cobblestone Way, alongside our neighbors and friends like Barney and Betty Rubble) within approximately more than one elapsed millennium from present (circa twenty first century) considerably prior to Middle Ages or Medieval Period, in European history, which spanned timeframe when grand descendants of mine (to the nth power) flourished roughly from the 5th century (around 476 CE, with the fall of the Western Roman Empire) to the late 15th century (around 1400�"1500 CE, marking the start of the Renaissance and Age of Discovery) ago (by which time every byte size piece of information painstakingly learned by me and my short, nasty, and brutish long distant heirs and heiresses (struggling with futility - as I gleaned during mine heady time traveling days) such as the peculiar nascent primal, gutterul, and beastial English Language, which began in the 5th century AD when Germanic tribes (Angles, Saxons, Jutes) invaded Britain, bringing their dialects that merged with native Celtic tongues to form Old English, with its roots in the Angles' language, hence "English"), the great granddaughter (to the nth generation) satisfactorily completed her Associate's degree from the community college of Bend, an exploding exurb quickly becoming absorbed within the virginal tract that would be settled as Portland, Oregon also known as the Beaver state, especially now, the midway point of the second decade of the year two thousand and twenty five after the common era.

She (id est) said youngest and second female offspring of great grand daughter - to the nth branch of the Harris lineage, which surname primarily means "son of Harry," a patronymic surname from the medieval English nickname for Henry, meaning "home-ruler," from Germanic elements heim (home) and ric (ruler), which constitutes a very common surname in English-speaking countries, also having Scottish roots (from the Isle of Harris) and sometimes linked to the Greek name Haralambos (joy shining) or Jewish names.

Truth to be told a predominant Semitic genetic and chromosomal trunkline anchors, connects and permeates my genealogy (as well as that of the spouse) beginning with Adam and Eve into the constituent matter (repurposed and recycled amidst stardust within and across the universe) sans writer housing the soul asylum of these words, which unfortunately bridging the love of listening to Hebrew (or Yiddish) unmatched without any familiarity comprehending the speaker or cantor, which dose of Hanukkah storied songs we (the wife and yours truly - me) listened to courtesy radio Chanukah thru the portal on radio videlicet siriusxm sometimes located on a specific channel number (like 74 or similar during peak season), so check the SiriusXM app or website for exact dates and channel numbers as Hanukkah approaches.

Deprivation of being denied cultural education (the extent of my knowledge merely alludes to ancestors that heartily haled from Eastern Europe of Ashkenazi descent - possibly including incestuous relations - which term genetic counselors typically use for inbreeding would be “consanguinity,” which means “of the same blood” and is pronounced, “con-san-gwinity;” whereat the degree of relationship between the two individuals matters a lot) enchantingly, inadvertently, and unknowingly did buzzfeed inquisitiveness particularly when listening (hours on end - compliments of the wife) to commercial free radio Hanukkah incorporates historical tidbits similar to gleaning insights about Norwegian Bachelor farmers when sampling their heavenly tasty delicacy special called Powdermilk Biscuits, and heavens they're tasty.

Unitarian universalist community allows, enables and provides inclusion from all ages, creeds, denominations, genders, nationalities, political stripes, although mostly Democrats seem to heed the unspoken/written charisma, dogma, enigma, and feel drawn courtesy the karma of an eloquent minister possessing the flair to be like a ventriloquist who can "throw" his voice across the room Webber he wants Andrew gasps from the audience, especially at the appearance (or a similar facsimile thereof) when Jesus Christ Superstar By Jeeves articulated, calculated with brilliance, encapsulated rapt attention of lookers and rendered mute, whereat men, women and children gesticulated at being blinded by the light as if a foreigner from the outer limits of the twilight zone, (where dark shadows scintillated between Yin and Yang - complementary, opposing forces (like dark/light, female/male, passive/active) that are interconnected and essential for balance and harmony in the universe) converged along a demarcation zone where the edge of night incapsulated the entire realm minus the secular sanctuary, where Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat paraded across the stage linkedin to a soundcloud, where users can upload, share, promote, and discover music, podcasts, and audio content, acting as a vital hub for independent artists and fans to connect and explore new sounds, offering features like timed comments, playlists, and both free and paid listening options, thus witnessing adroit dexterous fingers flashing at lightspeed madly clicking away on their electronic devices where flickering screens (analogous to humongous lightning bugs), where their imaginary wings sped at the speed of sound.

Meanwhile, I recalibrated the time machine to return yours truly (me) to sender with a soft landing back into Modern Times New Roman, (attired in the garb of a Proletariat) caught up into some hubbub, where raucous madding crowds touted this stranger in a strange land mistaking the writer of these words as The Return of the Native Son, whereat The Village People bowed down to me with obeisance perhaps mistaking me (attired a simple, knee-length wool or linen tunic, often belted, with men adding a practical cloak (like a paenula) for outdoors) for the savior due to my shoulder length hair and a well groomed beard (as the son of God).

Discreet as possible I consulted handy dandy innocuous looking electronic device and anxiously awaited as AI ChatGPT generated an apropos sermon on The Sermon on the Mount (Matthew chapters 5-7) emphasizing a higher righteousness than mere rule-following, focusing on inner transformation, love for enemies, humility (Beatitudes), prayer, and seeking God's kingdom first over material wealth, essentially being a guide for a life of love, grace, and true devotion to God.

Just for kicks I activated Queen's "Love of My Life" from my playlist, and how appropriate poignant ballad, widely believed to be written by Freddie Mercury (born Farrokh Bulsara) for his close friend and former partner, Mary Austin (questions abound in my mind), where said female paramour possibly a dolled up guise for Zoroastrianism goddesses with their own distinct female figures and concepts, capturing the deep, enduring love and heartbreak of a relationship that ended but remained a central bond in his life, even as he explored other relationships, but the stunned silence of transfixed motley crew of toga wearing heart felt goo goo dolls, and foo fighting "Roam'n" beastie boys, whose melody unique blend of literary prowess, environmentalism, and cultural advocacy means there is no direct Roman "equivalent," but aspects of her character and work can be seen in the spheres of Minerva and Diana.