Rabbi's Log - Year Fourteen: Day One (Poo Poo Poo)

I am grateful to G-d for a great day and night. The butterfly story and my one and only rule seemed to go over well. An administrator came into my room and told the class (and me) that he loves the aura in my room. We hugged. (Poo poo poo.)

Kids did a great job of answering the intro question of what they would be thinking/feeling/doing if they were at Moshe's month plus long speech. Some said they'd be scared of the future, others said they'd be embarrassed of their mistakes which were being put in their faces, others said they'd be frustrated and antsy standing and listening for such a long time. (I said I thought I might have tried selling Moshe memorabilia, you know - coins, yearbooks, albums, staff replicas, etc.)

Tonight I attended a going away party for a dear couple of holy friends who are making aliyah.

Someone told a cute story at this get together about a woman who didn't want to put too much oil in her Yerushalmi kugel. She knew how much her husband loved the oil, but felt it wasn't good for him. So she locked the bottle in the kitchen cabinet. Every Thursday night she would daven Maariv as the noodles simmered. While she was deeply immersed in prayer her husband would go into her apron pocket and remove the key. He'd get the oil and pour a generous amount into the noodles. The kugel always tasted great and became an emblem of their happiness and good fortune. One day during their golden years as they looked back on their good lives the wife asked the husband why they merited such blessings - as represented by their perfect kugel. he replied, "It's simple. The secret rests in your devout prayers and my diligent deeds!"

Good night and G-d bless

May we all get some good rest

And fall into our rhythm