The Clamor around Ray's 95th Attempt at Life

        One moment, I rose above the clouds of confusion, voluntarily submitting myself to see what "Condition" Ray Widdifield's  "Condition" was in at his 95th attempt at Life, specifically and generally speaking.

       And just to clarify for one's own imaginings, if I were to ever say I was a "Wise"  man, then surely I have given up the right to such a judgement, both literally and figuratively.

              Now, believe it or not, being a humble and grateful person to be in such a position, in the course of human events, to gaze and be gazed at, at the Widdifield's home, and yes, it is only with the ethereal nature that the ethernet provides, I can only say that the conversational patterns jump around so quickly, that there is no time for singular

epiphanies, chasing rabbits or putting Humpty Dumpty back together again, but fortunately enough time to chime in with historical commentary, which I hope, stirs the soul to glorious crescendos of group laughter.

          Though I must say here, with Adele having that far away look in her eyes, sort of with that thought that says, "Where do we go from Here?", one can only for this day, in particular, Dillion's Beach comes to mind.

        Ray sat stoically at his usual end of the table seat, and took aim, not just with his eyes rolling, but managed to make his own rhetorical remarks from all directions, as each of the individual Widdifield clan

 members, took turns in brandishing their own personal cultural and historical memories. One only hopes that all were full of merriment and clamored for more of the round table enthusiastic conclusions to each and every attempt of buffoonery.

        Pastor Brian got in his remark of the day, as he smelled the lavender ball in front of him at the same time asking what this particular item was, and having no instantaneous response, remarked intuitively,

 " It smells like something!!!  ".  At this point, such an incredulous remark,  drew everyone's cajoling commentary and forced Brian to retort with " I guess the Pastors in Sonoma County don't command the same reverence as

pastors from others areas or arenas that he had been a witness in " .  You have to realize, here, as the panoramic view of Pastor Brian was symbolic of his two personalities being displayed in the Widdifield Arena.  The Pastoral Brian and the Personal Brian.  The jams, Raspberry from Gladys, Apricot-Pineapple from Joyce, and the Orange Syrup from Adele, drew raves from the adoring crowd,

as individual mandates of epiphanies about how wonderful both the crowd and the culinary delights of the 95th Brunch for Ray were culminating their morning delights.  David and Mary Lou had the most excellent gift of a Touching Lamp, where when anyone found the time to touch any part of the lamp itself, it would go thru a three way sequence, and then on the fourth attempt at mayhem, it would turn itself off, only to renew the cycle of life upon a fifth touch of antiquity.  This tomfoolery was followed by many simultaneous remarks about how the lamp would be worn out in no time.  Mary Lou quickly retaliated with " It says here, it is guaranteed for a year...".  Wow, what were these manufacturers thinking?.  This is Steven, a member of a small clan inside the Widdifield home, still pondering weather or not, after a another round of rousing commentary, canning is a generational thing as opposed to a rural or city folk phenomenon, and is, or is not, a lost art of culinary folklore, Child