Pirke Avot Chapter Five, verse twenty-six
In Which Your Humble Blogger is finished. Really. Done.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is finished. Really. Done.
In Which Your Humble Blogger agrees with Ben Bag Bag, if that’s his real name, which it isn’t.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is smack dab in the middle of life, just rocking and rolling.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could point out that the initial letters of la’asot retzon Avicha shebashamayim spell out l’rosh, or to the head, in common the Hebrew idiom the first, or principal, or most important. So that’s kinda cool.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a simcha to get to that takes precedence over extended study.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should probably have found a way to make a Jereboam joke on St. Patrick’s day, as it’s hard to imagine there will be another such opportunity. Ah, well.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is beyond endurance.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is done with the fours! No more fours! No more fours!
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes the image of the kitchen implements sitting at the feet of the Wise. Where, if I remember correctly, it’s awful dusty.
In Which Your Humble Blogger receives the reward for remembering to put the e before the i after the c, which YHB generally screws up in that word, mostly through not attending properly to what I’m doing.