Pirke Avot, verse five: women
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In Which Your Humble Blogger just plain talks overmuch.
Pirke Avot, verse five: household
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In Which Your Humble Blogger has a household, which I suppose is the first step.
Pirke Avot, verse five: open
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In Which Your Humble Blogger refrains from drawing a connection between leaving one’s door open wide and the wise tramping dust all over the house, not to mention the heating bills.
Pirke Avot, verse five: big picture
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In Which Your Humble Blogger opens a can of worms.
Book Report: The Worst Witch at School
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In Which Your Humble Blogger wasn’t really planning on reading the book at all, but there it was, and it didn’t take much work.
Book Report: Bleak House
In Which Your Humble Blogger suggests a possibility for an engaging activity for this blog, perhaps next year.
Thanks
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In Which Your Humble Blogger hasn’t got ’em, and wouldn’t smoke ’em if he did, but if you do, go ahead.
Pirke Avot, verse four: thirst
In Which Your Humble Blogger would have written more, and more coherently, if the server with the circulation catalogue didn’t go boom. As an excuse for neglecting my studies, well, it’s not very impressive, is it?
Pirke Avot, verse four: dust
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t need to draw the distinction between on the one hand, giving the best chair to the oldest rabbi in the room, and on the other, giving the Chairmanship of a Legislative Committee to the longest-serving Senator. Right?
Pirke Avot, verse four: a gathering-place
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes that it really is a good feeling when you make your place the place that people want to meet at. We haven’t managed it for years, but when it happens, the pride is powerful, personal and, er, something else that begins with a p. Pleasant? Profound? Pickle?