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And so, once again, the day is saved, thanks to… Benjamin Franklin’s suggestion of setting clocks back during the winter for extra daylight to conserve economic spending on candles… and the Powerpuff Girls.

Sometime, early Monday morning, my power went off. Which is why I woke up, around 9:30, that morning – listening to the rain on the roof, snuggling with the kitty, and wondering why it was so light outside. And the clock said 1:30 am. Ooops.

Last night, the power went out again, about 7:30. So I walked around the dark dark house and lit candles. The candle I left in the bathroom, was one of those glass jar candles from Illuminations, that smells like food.* I don’t remember what this one smelled like… it was orange colored, so something orangey. I went into the living room and lit a fire in the fireplace [a very good place for one.] After that, I did a patrol around the house, checking my flames. The candle in the bathroom was not just burning at the wick, the entire thing was burning, it was a jar of giant flame.. a squat little torch, sitting on top of the toilet tank. Way more than I could blow out with one breath, so I grabbed a cup and filled it with water and doused it.

Note:

Hot glass jar + cup of cold water = glass and wax explosion of flames.

At first, when it exploded, the wax was still burning, and I thought the fire was going to spread. The smoke alarm was going off, and I was asking myself, aloud, “now… where would the extinguisher be?” For a moment there were large flames all over the toilet tank lid. But the wax splatters burned out quickly, and then it was pitch black again. So I started dumping cups of water all over the place, in case there was a spark anywhere. Just sort of willy nilly, tossing water. When the lights finally came back on, two plus hours later, I was able to assess the damage. Basically, it looks like someone with orange blood and guts was MURDERED in my bathroom. It’s a very violent scene. Of course the white wall, and cabinet, are now smokey white. I looked at it, shook my head, and said, “Right. Ok… tomorrow.”

I’m confident that the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser can take care of the smoke marks, but I’ll probably be scrapping wax for awhile. Maybe I’ll take a picture for you, when I get home.

*I was going to provide a link to the type of candle I lit, but the Illuminations web site is soooo freaking slow, and I’m a little annoyed with my candle experience right now, that they’ll just have to do without the free referral. Some referral.

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