Candles bring warmth and light. I burn them all the time. Usually, I'm left with a pool of unburned wax. As the following photos indicate, I consolidated these fragments into a small glass jar, suspended a strip of sacrificed tee shirt from the top, and put the whole rube goldburg in the oven. Half an hour later, I took it out, let it cool, then lit it up. My candle burned like a torch—for the first five minutes, than went out. My homegrown wick had tipped over due to vibrations from my imaginary jump rope routine. A couple of matches later, the flame was rekindled. It’s been burning steadily ever since—between breaks for my classes.
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nice
Great :D.
I'm mightily impressed, Paul. You're going to be quite the useful "househusband". Good greif, what with your bread baking, candle making, and exemplary duct tape skills, what will I have left to do? I guess I'll just sit around the house and listen to Gilbert and Sullivan...
no, you'll be earning all the cash. I'll be cooking, cleaning, and composing music.
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