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March 07, 2006
How Many Jews...
"The light's out."
My stomach does somersaults when Karen says these three words. Understand, I know that the light is out. I'm not blind. I've known it for days. But I kind of make believe that it's actually still functioning, that all is right in Casa Avrech.
But on Shabbos, when we just can't see what we're eating because the light is so dim, the illusion tends to crumble.
"The lighting is romantic," I tell Karen.
"There's nothing romantic about eating in pitch blackness," she answers.
Several years ago we did some "minor renovations." Meaning, our lives almost ended. Anyway, these renovations included installing some incredibly high-tech recessed lighting. The lighting is so high-tech that you need a degree from MIT to change the light bulbs when they burn out.
The guy who installed the lighting explained to me that when I change the bulbs I have to make sure to wear "white gloves and be extra careful not to touch the reflecting glass." He had this incredibly serious look on his face as if he knew that I was the absolutely the wrong man for such delicate surgical missions. Presumably, the oil on your fingers gets on the glass, sizzles and fries, and causes the delicate ground glass to explode into flying shrapnel.
Anywhooo.
When these super intense halogen lights burn out, I schlep the ladder from the garage, and Karen stands there frowning.
"Can I do anything?" she says as I climb the ladder.
"No, I'm hunky-dory."
But Karen grabs the sides of the ladder to steady it. She does not trust the engineering of the legs. Actually, she does not trust my, um, dexterity.
"Be careful," she says, "remember what happened to Yossie."
Yossie is an unfortunate neighbor who, while building his Succah, fell from his ladder and is now, well, not quite himself. In fact, we have two Yossie's in our community.
I should write a blog called Jews and Ladders: A Cautionary Tale.
So, I climb the ladder while Karen grips the legs and worries that her husband is going to fall on his head and, I just have to tell you, the more she worries, the more likely it seems that it's going to happen.
The whole time I'm thinking to myself: everything would be okay if I just had a real tool belt.
Now, these halogen bulbs don't just screw in. That's way too simple. I have to reach up and yank on this deeply recessed lighting fixture, and of course, it's completely stuck. I mean totally frozen.
I pull, but it's not easy because I have to reach over my head and I have no leverage. None. And the ladder inevitably wobbles. Dangerously.
"Are you going to fall?" Karen asks helpfully.
I have no idea how to answer that question/statement/exclamation/cry-of-fear.
So, I jam my fingers between fixture and ceiling, pull and twist and grunt -- and just rip my nails to shreds.
"Your fingers are bleeding, Robert."
"It's only a flesh wound."
I grab a screwdriver, jam it under the lip of the fixture and slap it hard and WHAP! The fixture drops free, slams me right in the skull.
"Do you think you have a concussion?"
"No."
"Tell me if you get dizzy or nauseous."
"Absolutely."
And months of accumulated black dust in the fixture have just floated into my hair, my nose, and my mouth. I'm pretty sure I've also swallowed a dead fly or two. Maybe even a dead spider.
Ick!
"Maybe we should call the electrician, Robert?"
"I'm not calling the electrician to change a light bulb. That's just plain humiliating. He'll see my yarmulke and make jokes about how many Jews it takes to screw in a light bulb."
So, now I've got the main fixture out and guess what I find inside? Yup, another fixture that's recessed even deeper in the bowels of the celing. This one is an incredibly complicated metal armature that holds one single itty-bitty light bulb.
Again, with zero leverage, I'm yanking and twisting, the legs of the ladder are tipping this way and that, and Karen is saying things like:
"Don't fall."
And:
"I don't want you to fall."
And:
"Please don't fall, Robert."
I'm like stuck in this old style film montage where the main character just hears one word louder and louder: Fall, Fall, FALL, FALLFALLFALL!
And finally, I get this second fixture to shake free and now all I have to do is somehow get the dead bulb out. Not so easy. The bulb is attached to this final housing that I have work free very carefully or I might crack the thin lens of the glass. The bulb makes this horrible screeching noise, and finally it jumps loose. But it's still held by two thin little prongs. I pull and pull and for the life of me, I think it's been soldered in place. Finally, I give a huge yank and the bulb jumps free and I wave my arms, almost toppling from the ladder.
Good thing Karen's holding on to the legs of the ladder or I'd be Yossied
Now I have to put the new bulb in.
Karen yells: "STOP!"
She runs over, switches off the juice.
I say, "Whoops."
"Are you trying to make me a widow?"
"It just happened."
"That's what the toothless morons on Jerry Springer say."
"Have you been watching Jerry behind my back, you naughty girl you."
Everything in reverse now. The whole operation takes about forty minutes. The time it usually takes me to write a good scene in a screenplay.
On Shabbos, we sit and eat. Ah, the simple joys of a nice middle class Jewish life. Thank you Ha-Shem.
"Notice anything different?" I hint to Offsprings #2 and #3.
They stare at my face, wondering if I've somehow managed to pull off a nose job without telling them. But their expert eyes detect the same old face and they shrug.
"You can see your food," I explain.
They look at me frowning. I'm getting to be a pretty strange parent.
"Daddy changed the light bulb," Karen explains.
The girls look at Karen, look at me, roll their eyeballs, get down to the serious business of eating the Shabbos meal.
Karen looks at me, smiles and says: "I'm proud of you, Robert."
I have to tell you, I can't wait to change the next bulb. Anything to get a compliment from the love of my life.
***
Let us not forget to continue davening, praying for Pearl's father: Yaakov Arieh ben Chaya Malka.
Pearl has been in touch, and she greatly appreciates our thoughts and prayers.
Posted by Robert J. Avrech at March 7, 2006 10:02 AM
Comments
Seraphic Secret is private property, that's right, it's an extension of our home, and as such, Karen and I have instituted two Seraphic Rules and we ask commentors to act respectfully.
1. No profanity.2. No Israel bashing. We debate, we discuss, we are respectful. You know what Israel bashing is. The world is full of it. Seraphic Secret is one of the few places in the world that will not tolerate this form of anti-Semitism. That's it. Break either of these rules and you will be banned.
I figured you were of Chassidic background...
Don't you guys do Shalosh Seudos in the dark?
Posted by: Jobber at March 7, 2006 01:57 PM
Oy, I think it's time for another "minor" remodel for light fixtures that don't have the potential to Yossie you!
Posted by: Stacey at March 7, 2006 02:21 PM
Stacey:
Here's Rule#1 in Casa Avrech: No remodeling. Ever again. No matter what. "The horror, the horror..."
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at March 7, 2006 02:23 PM
I am not handy with tools. I have a variety of excuses, some of them mildly convincing. But I have made things. I have fixed things. Here is the key: when something is completely broken, so that anything you do bids fair to be an improvement, then have a go at it. If you break it further, so what? It was going to the dump anyway, and you might learn something.
I put on a screen porch this year. How did I do it? The old one was rotting -- it would soon bring in wood-eating insects of some sort. Hiring someone would cost $10,000. So I took some pieces off. Then some more. Then I braced up something that looked like it needed bracing. I bought some pieces of wood. It went on like this from May to September. (A professional would have taken a few days, perhaps.)
Sometimes just taking an electrical thing apart and putting it back together makes it work. I don't know why.
Posted by: Assistant Village Idiot
at March 7, 2006 04:02 PM
AVI:
Thanks so much for the good advice. I have a tendency to throw thing away once they quit working. I figure they don't want to work anymore and they have retired. Who am I to make them work so hard?
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 7, 2006 04:06 PM
Yipes! Glad you got through this ordeal, and thanks to Karen for holding the ladder. (There was a "Yossie" on my mom's side of the family, too.) Jake's and my solution? We've been homeowners for two years, and don't own a ladder!
Posted by: Adar at March 7, 2006 05:01 PM
That's absolutely hilarious! Thanks for the warning!
Posted by: Irina at March 7, 2006 05:13 PM
Thank you for the new vocabulary word. We can use Yossie as a noun and a verb...how cool is that!
Rick caught me changing the lightbulbs in the front hall one day. We have a 2 story foyer and I didn't want to ding up the walls with a ladder. SO, I climbed over the railing onto the plant stand...hooked the chandelier with a bent up extended coat hanger and pulled it towards me. I proceeded to dust it and replace light bulbs when he wandered out and cried "What are you doing?". Now I wait 'til he's out of the house.
Posted by: Lisa at March 7, 2006 05:36 PM
Adar:
Personally, I think ladders are a conspiracy cooked up by oh-so-clever anti-Semites.
Good move not having a ladder in your home, protect Jake from reaching too high.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at March 7, 2006 06:26 PM
Irina:
Fair warning, you betcha.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at March 7, 2006 06:27 PM
Lisa:
Sounds like you like to live dangerously. Maybe you need a tool belt too.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at March 7, 2006 06:28 PM
Robert, I am going to go out on a limb and guess that you've never considered cleaning gutters...let alone climbing a ladder to do it. I think everyone here likes you in one piece, so keep in mind that wasn't a suggestion on my part!
Posted by: Ger Tzadik at March 7, 2006 07:14 PM
My parents have the same type of lighting in their house..my dad uses this suction cuplike contraption to change the bulbs and it seems to work...but seriously, this post made me feel a lot better about calling my father or father in law every time we need a lightbulb changed or a picture hung in our apartment!
Posted by: JS at March 7, 2006 07:39 PM
Get T:
Clean the gutters? I am proud and foolheardy but hardly suicidal. And really, climbing some super-duper high ladder to clean leaves and dead rats from icky gutters is a one way ticket to Yossieville. I pass.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at March 7, 2006 07:48 PM
JS:
I'd give anything to be able to use some suction thing-a-ma-jig to change light bulbs. No, I need an army of NASA scientists.
As for hanging pictures, oddly enough, I actually have that covered. As long as no one expects them to end up straight.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at March 7, 2006 07:51 PM
Light bulb challenged, but deadly with a Smith-Corona.
Posted by: Jack at March 7, 2006 10:32 PM
Jack:
Do you mean Smith & Wesson? I have not used a Smith Corona in a looooong time.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at March 7, 2006 10:38 PM
That was hilarious.
As a kid I knew a few Yossies who behaved like they were, well, Yossied. I seriously thought it was because of their name. You see, there is this mystical figure that supposedly the Mahara”l M’prag created and he named him Yosseleh Golem. Little me thought that anyone named Yossie is a Golem.
Robert, really funny. And you should really be proud of yourself. I would not go near that complex fixture, let alone changing it.
Posted by: Also A Chussid at March 8, 2006 04:25 AM
You could always um, hide a wire in something big. When the electrician comes to check it out, show him a couple of light bulbs that need changing...
Posted by: Yael at March 8, 2006 04:54 AM
I know this high tech recessed lighting. It is not easy for anyone to change. Even my brother in law who is an engineer, had trouble w/ it.
He said to use some kind of special tool for it.
While he was having a go at it, I asked, in a fake professional voice, 'is it hard to do that?", he laughed it off, no it's nothing, and had the light out right there. Maybe it was the interaction w/ me that helped.
Posted by: Jobber at March 8, 2006 05:13 AM
Robert -
Ladders are not a conspiracy cooked up by anyone. As is the case with so many other consumer goods, you get what you pay for.
A good ladder will not wobble. Werner makes a quality, well-constructed product here in the USA (Pennsylvania, to be exact.) I recommend the fiberglass ladders, be they step or extension. Please purchase one, if only to preserve your ability to write such, um, interesting threads on your efforts to manage life's little challenges.
Posted by: Mission Man at March 8, 2006 07:19 AM
Yeah, buy one already! I hear it comes with a free tool belt!
Posted by: Jake at March 8, 2006 07:29 AM
What, no potato?
Posted by: psychotoddler at March 8, 2006 08:09 AM
Mission Man: A wobbly ladder is much more interesting than a non-wobbly ladder.
I use one to put up my sukkah. Without the constant fear of death or disability, it would be such a boring endeavor.
Posted by: psychotoddler at March 8, 2006 08:11 AM
Chussid:
You're right, The Maharal of Prague named his Golem, Yossie! I totally forgot. You know it wasn't so funny when I was changing the bulb, only now in retrospect does it start to look like a Buster Keaton film.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 8, 2006 08:32 AM
Yael:
Clever. But the local electricians are on to my recessed lighting already. Just to step into my house they charge a gazillion dollars an hour. Hence, I change the bulbs myself.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 8, 2006 08:37 AM
Mission Man:
Okaaaay! Clearly a man who knows what he's talking about. Exactly what we need here. I'm on it. I've got my check book out for a Werner (German? Hmmmm.)
Anyway, Mission Man, while I have your ear, your thoughts on toolbelts, puh-leeese?! Which one do you recommend?
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 8, 2006 08:45 AM
Hello Robert -
I must respectfully pass on your question regarding toolbelt recommendations, as I do not use them and am therefore unable to comment. Rather, my preference is to use a tool pouch fitment designed for use on my stepladder. It holds a great number of implements, and I find this product to be very useful. You may view the toolholder here: http://www.wernerladder.com/catalog/details.php?series_id=216
One more suggestion, if I may be so bold: When shopping for a quality product, and if you are able, look at what the pros use. This is an excellent measurement of what a "serious" homeowner should invest in. As with any item of quality, the admission price is high...and you will always be glad you paid it, believe me.
Again, if I may take up a bit of space here, let me offer a few categorical suggestions. With the expection of the Ford truck, I own everything in this list:
Light trucks: Chevrolet, Ford
Landscape equipment: Stihl
Lawn care: (anything with a Honda motor)
Ladders: Werner
Paint: Valspar American Traditions
Garage doors/openers: Clopay/Genie
Firearms: I'll never tell ;^)
Good luck.
-MM
Posted by: Mission Man at March 8, 2006 09:55 AM
Mission Man:
I don't know how long you've been reading Seraphic Secret, but we also have Seraphic University. Would you be interested in a Professorship of Tools?
I'm impressed as heck.
Firearms? Dude, I have that covered. You are talking to a gun toting Jew. I can file down the sears on my machines and have in my hands hair-triggers.
That much, I know:)
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at March 8, 2006 10:03 AM
Just once I wanna see a handyman on the street asking where he can find a decent takeout kreplach.
Posted by: Jake at March 8, 2006 10:07 AM
Yes, I would humbly accept the Professorship of Tools Chair. I'm not sure what Seraphic University is designed to accomplish, but if your membership requirements are liberal (I'm Catholic, by the way), then I'd be glad to discuss handyman issues upon request.
Actually, I just logged off but wanted to return to your site to add one more recommendation:
Hand tools: Snap-On
Phew. Now I feel better.
-MM
Posted by: Mission Man at March 8, 2006 10:12 AM
Mission Man:
Seraphic University is designed to be a sane alternative to the modern University experience where our children are brainwashed by Marxists/Jihadist professors, and dorms and bathrooms are co-ed, and our children are taught to trample on all religious and patriotic values.
It's an idea whose time has come.
Catholic, great! We like our professors to be religious.
I knew you weren't Jewish, no offense, but you're way too handy with tools.
I have copied your list and I'm on my way to B&B Hardware. Now, I have a mission (pun not intended) and I can tell Karen that a real live professor told me that I have to get these tools -- or end up Yossie'd.
But you know, I still want a tool belt. They're just so... cool.
Welcome aboard Mission Man. You can expect lots of queries from our commenters regarding home improvement problems.
Good luck.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 8, 2006 10:21 AM
Thank you. I look forward to assisting folks any way I can.
-MM
Posted by: Mission Man at March 8, 2006 10:41 AM
Hey Mission Man:
This time of year, we Jews bake a delicious cookie-like goody called Hamantaschen. The problem is, they all must include a nice filling, (apricot is my fave, but I've seen prune, cherry, chocolate, poppyseed, etc.) Is there a power tool that helps inject gelled-filling into baked goods with no mess? Can this be like caulking?
Posted by: Jake at March 8, 2006 10:54 AM
Mission Man:
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 8, 2006 11:08 AM
Oh, yeah... and is there some kind of pliers I can buy to help get my mom off the ceiling? She's been up there ever since I got engaged to a nice Jewish girl... 7 years ago.
Posted by: Jake at March 8, 2006 11:10 AM
JIASF
Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at March 8, 2006 11:29 AM
Who's being funny? Look, I need to get my mom down already. We could use a extra babysitter.
Posted by: Jake at March 8, 2006 11:34 AM
"Is there a power tool that helps inject gelled-filling into baked goods with no mess?" (Jake)
There is, actually: The Ronco Solid Flavor Injector. I'm too embarassed to reveal why I know the answer here, so let me direct you to the relevant site and leave it at that: http://www.ronco.com/rco_prodinfo.aspx?pid=ST0000134721&color=&active=desc
As for pliers, the Channel-Lock brand is an excellent choice. I can't in good conscience recommend using it to remove Mater from the ceiling, however.
-MM
As seen on Seraphic Secret!
Posted by: Mission Man at March 8, 2006 11:54 AM
MM:
This is great. And it's from RONCO! I should have known the guys who made the flammable mini-Christmas tree would be able to help me out. I guess I could get my mom off the ceiling by finally letting her know that I'm not in medical school.
Posted by: Jake at March 8, 2006 12:03 PM
How bout MP3 players, I just got one. How does it work? HELP!!!
Posted by: Jobber at March 8, 2006 12:35 PM
"How bout MP3 players.." (Jobber)
If, and only if, your new device has a USB port and supports file drag-and-drop, then the following methodology should work:
-Plug the player into your PC. Load any drivers first if the player's manual instructs you to do so.
-Open one window that will represent the currently-empty storage space of your new player. Your mp3 player, now plugged in to your PC, should return a "Removable Drive" identifier when you go looking for it using the "My Computer" icon on your desktop.
-Open a second window that contains your mp3 files.
-Highlight the desired number of mp3 files in the second window (i.e., hold down the Control key as you left mouse click once on each desired file).
-At the top of the screen, click on Edit and choose "Copy".
-Position your cursor in the first window (i.e., the mp3 player window). Right mouse click/choose "Paste".
-You have now populated your mp3 player with mp3 files. Enjoy.
Naturally, you'll want to compare my instructions with the instructions that accompanied your new player. Good luck.
-MM
Posted by: Mission Man at March 8, 2006 12:54 PM
Well, as I'm in a time zone several hours removed from CA, it's time for me to call it a day. Thanks to Robert for offering me a unique identity in S.U., and thanks to the folks who trusted me to answer their questions.
At the risk of sounding immodest, I'll be perusing upcoming threads for questions that may be of interest to me in my designated role. I'll do my best to answer each one, or refer you elsewhere where and when appropriate.
If the topic of a given thread is particularly somber or otherwise quite serious in tone, I'll probably withhold discussion on tools, etc., until there's a thread that is more lighthearted. Or, you may contact me directly using the e-mail link below.
'Night, all.
-MM
Posted by: Mission Man at March 8, 2006 01:00 PM
FWIW, this Jew used to demonstrate how to use diamond blades to cut concrete.
There is nothing better than the taste of matzah in your mouth while you are wallsawing.
Anyone want to talk about grooving and grinding as it relates to airports.
Or better yet, let's discuss our favorite memories from the World of Concrete tradeshows. Loads of fun.
Posted by: Jack at March 8, 2006 01:28 PM
Gosh, MM, where were you 21 years ago, when I was trying to figure out how to work my new contraption called: "Husband".
Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at March 8, 2006 01:33 PM
I think we should all take a moment to welcome Mission Man to the Seraphic Secret community. This guy is a keeper! I'm making him chairman of his department. Heck, I'll offer him tenure.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at March 8, 2006 01:46 PM
THE ENLIGHTENMENT: A Poem
A bulb went out
Casa Avrech was dark
It was time for Robert
To make his mark
But not as a writer
And not as a dad
But as Karen's "handy hubby"
Who would make her so glad
She'd give him an A for effort
'Cause he'd try his all-time best
To prove that he was handy
And not a "Yossie" like the rest
Although he was somewhat frightened
Of the damage he could do
He knew that what was most important
Was to actually follow through
So he climbed up on the ladder
With Karen down below
He did not do this hastily
But took things rather slow
He accomplished what he'd hoped for
Even with dust and bugs raining down
And Robert, we all applaud you,
For helping to brighten your town!
Posted by: Pearl at March 8, 2006 05:42 PM
Pearl:
What can I say, but this is a first: a poem celebrating my, ahem, handyman talents.
Much thanks.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 8, 2006 05:46 PM
Oh just buy an iPod.
Posted by: Michael Jennings at March 9, 2006 01:50 PM
Ditto.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at March 9, 2006 02:36 PM
Off-topic, but I wanted your attention. I just worked the Baal Shem Tov into my most recent blog -- I've been meaning to for a month now, but of course it seemed in the end to just flow naturally from the topic. I wanted you to be the first to know. http://assistantvillageidiot.blogspot.com/2006/03/blogoshere-league-of-extraordinary.html
Posted by: Assistant Village Idiot
at March 9, 2006 07:37 PM
AVI:
Wow, you reaaly did slip The Baal Shem Tov in that piece. I imagine most readers are going to get whiplash on that sentence. Well done, and thanks for letting us know.
BTW, I just finished writing an animated movie about The Baal Shem Tov. The hardest, most rewarding job I've ever had.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at March 9, 2006 10:12 PM
Really...
Long before I had even been to Romania, let alone had Romanian children, a friend had given me a copy of Elie Wiesel's "Souls on Fire," which he had been given for his Bar Mitzvah (by some deliciously eccentric uncle). I immediately gave half-a-dozen copies to others, none of whom were very interested.
When we finally got to go to Romania as tourists, rather than as medical missionaries and later, adoptive parents, it was very odd to speak with people in Oradea and Beius. There is still a synagogue in Oradea, just now barely recovering strength -- less than 70 people. The city of 200,000 used to be 25% Jewish as recently as 1941. Beius was divided in half during the war: Northwest of the Crisul Negru was Hungary, SE was Romania. Jews would be safe(r) if they could get across the river in 1944-- though even that changed.
An elderly man in Beius remembered that there had been a synagogue on a side street near the river, lost because it was on the wrong side. The Jews were evacuated to a remote village. I went there -- no one remembered. Their history of sheltering a thousand Jews was forgotten -- and they actually seemed annoyed that their grandparents had done such a stupid thing when they could have been killed.
Anyway, Sighet is not that far (neither is Satu Mare: Big Town, from whence comes the name Satmar). It is an eerie thing to know the history of a place better than the locals -- because of course their history had been supressed under Ceausescu. My boys were born near there.
Eastern European prejudices are deep, but they are not the same as they are in the West. They are not just intensified versions of what we know of bigotry here.
Posted by: Assistant Village Idiot at March 10, 2006 03:58 PM
AVI:
I was once working on a filmed version of one of Elie Wiesel's books. It never got made. Anyway, Elie and I were talking about Eastern European Jew hatred and Elie just shook his head sadly and said that babies just sucked it straight from their mother's milk.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at March 11, 2006 09:33 PM
