To go around with a dirty hat because it’s Shabbos and you can’t clean it is itself kavod Shabbos
Beware of smoke. It stains. Trust me, I know. Every Chanukah we run into the same problem. All my boys light their own menorahs and they get very competitive about whose menorah is going to stay lit the longest. Hence the wicks get longer every year, the cups of oil get wider, and the smoke emitting from these menorahs lined up inside next to the patio door rises higher and stains my dining room ceiling black.
I’ve begged my boys. Made impassioned pleas. They all agree to tone it down every year. But somehow the wicks are still long, the oil still hot, and I still get black circles on my dining room ceiling.
I don’t know how most people would handle black circles on their dining room ceiling, but this poor housekeeper can’t stand them. It makes the room look aged and unkept. I tried to overcome my initial dislike and make peace with it. I told myself that it’s beautiful because it was smoke from a mitzvah permanently etched on my ceiling, but no matter what pep talk I gave myself, I wound up repainting the dining room ceiling every year after Chanukah. Beware of smoke; it’s expensive to repaint the ceiling once a year.
Finally, about two years ago, Binyamin and Yitzi built a whole contraption right outside the patio door to house the many menorahs. Hubby was happy because it was actually more mehudar than inside the house. Boys were happy because there was plenty of room to house even bigger cups of oil and longer wicks than before. And me, I was happy because I could keep my ceiling white and clean.
I feel awkward ending this tale like this. Ultimately, I wasn’t able to work on myself enough to overcome my natural aversion to smoke stains and accept them as the evidence of a mitzvah. Beware of smoke: It confuses me. I wonder what other people feel about this. Maybe I can open a support group. Contact me @dirtyceilingsamitzvah.com.
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 983)