Isaiah and the Days of Awe, Day Three: Put Away
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have housekeeping too much on my mind, but on the other hand, it always needs doing,
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have housekeeping too much on my mind, but on the other hand, it always needs doing,
In Which Your Humble Blogger agrees with the Sages that there is no redundancy in Scripture, that what appears to be duplication is actually giving different angles or connotations, and that much can be learned from that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sometimes gets that green ink on the ball of the thumb and the inside of the last knuckle of the forefinger, and soap won’t get that off the skin. Shampoo works, though.
In Which Your Humble Blogger will just post the story, at this point, and perhaps Gentle Readers will chime in with how it resonates with them.
In Which Your Humble Blogger presents a musical question that pretty much answers itself.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should of course explicate his own images, but I think I’ll leave this one as an exercise for the Gentle Reader.
In Which Your Humble Blogger did, in fact, write most of this on Shavuos, but stuff happened. You know?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still here, but who knows about next year?
In Which Your Humble Blogger sings cherubim, cherubom, cherubim, cherubom, cherubimbombimbombimbom! Now, I say cherubim and you say putti!