Saturday, January 03, 2009

Altar Guild Chemistry, 2

Q. When the temperature of the sanctuary falls to 34 F due to a malfunctioning boiler, what can you expect when you unscrew the brass follower of the liquid paraffin candle in order to fill it ?

A. This.

That is to say, the normally floppy and pliable fiberglass wick standing at bolt-upright, frozen attention, its length caught in a cylindrical mass of gelid paraffin.

Q. And what, dear friends, do we learn from this.

A. Paraffin is freaking weird.

Here endeth our lesson. Kyrie Eleison.

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