ANOTHER HARD DAY AT THE SWAMP

BS"D


blogging while waiting for a patch to dry...

This morning on my walk I was struck by the sharp, sickly sweet fragrance of the desert flora reminiscent of times I've spent sitting with corpses awaiting burial. Those of you who have served on a chevra qadisha will know what I'm talking about.
& I saw the stripey hide of a tabby cat flattened at the side of the highway like an exotic tiger rug, so central to the Victorian gentleman's smoking room.
why did they call them "gentle men" when they went about shooting everything that moved & then displaying the shells of their kill about their homes?

Work on the second Sefer Torah went slowly today. There's a lot more wrong with this one than the previous - more serious issues. Although it has been carefully repaired in the past, it has also been not-so-carefully repaired: masking tape, white-out & blue ink abound. There are also trope marks written in in pencil, which will have to go...

In Parshat VeZot HaBerakhah, there's a pasuq which, if one writes or corrects it, it is considered as though one had written an entire Sefer Torah. It's Devarim/Deuteronomy chapter 33 verse 4:

"Torah tzivah lanu Moshe morashsah qehilat Ya'aqov."
"This Teaching (Torah) with which Moses charged us is the heritage of the congregation of Jacob."

It just so happened that this sentence was pasul, so I re-inked the whole thing very carefully, making sure it had lots of beautiful taggin fanning out. It's kosher now :)

Blesséd are You, my L@rd, our G@d, ruler over time & space, who has given us life, nurtured us & helped us to reach this moment.