This is Professor Plum in the Library...with a Blog Post

On November 5 we will have the Grand Opening of our New and Improved, Refurbished and Remolded Library. We have doubled our shelf space and we need books!

If you have any gently used books in good condition, in just about and category or genre, that you're looking to get rid of, we'll take them! Just drop them off at the Front Desk or with Sarah or Noah.

This is what the Library looked like a couple of weeks ago:

This is Marla Papcum and part of our wonderful and dedicated Library Committee who has been working hard to create the kind of library Stone gardens residents will love:

The renovation is almost done and we've begun re-shelving. But we still need more books. I'll take some more pictures of it when it's complete, but I hope you'll stop by and see the beautiful new library or come to the grand opening on Nov. 5 at 2:30 PM.

A Tale of Three Picnics

I'm a little behind on my blogging, so here are a few summer outings.

On Sept. 11, we had our annual Tashlich Picnic. Tashlich is a ritual performed between Rosh HaShannah and Yom Kippur which involves symbolically casting one's sins away by tossing bread onto a body of water. Every year (weather permitting) we go to Colby Park in Wickliffe, OH, for picnic and to perform the ritual.

This is us driving to Colby Park. That's our sins on the dashboard.

First we eat, and then we atone.

Ethel is very serious about her sandwich.

This guy was also very serious about Ethel's sandwich.

Then, we went to the little bridge over the water and became sin-free.

And then there was this guy. (Insert your own duck dermatologist joke here.)

Then, on September 18, we went fishing at Punderson State Park.
This had nothing to do with any Jewish Holiday (although it is customary in some circles to serve a whole fish on Rosh Hashannah).

 

 Larry caught the first fish, but we threw him back. The fish, not Larry.

Larry Betlejewski came with us because, well, I begged him to. I had never been fishing in my life.

This is me casting my first line.

The third one really wasn't a picnic, although we were eating sort of outside. We were in a structure in which we could see the sun and sky through the roof. It was built that way on purpose. OK. It was a sukkah, 

This was our annual Sukkah Hop, where we drive around and spot various sukkahs in various neighborhoods, and then we stop at Rabbi and Mrs. Rennert's and have lunch in their sukkah.

And, just for good measure, here's one more picture of me and fire from our last campfire of the season. I promise, this is the last picture of me and fire. Until next summer.