Wisdom can be found anywhere.
It seems every summer I find wisdom in a plumbing problem.
This is the turd of my toilet repair posts.
There were three last year and three more plumbing ones the year prior.
Are bathrooms a bounty of banal brain beautification?
To recap?
We were opening the cottage.
The family was arriving soon and I didn’t have a toilet ready.
Some of the tools that I needed were there. Others were not. I had seized bolts and plastic nuts that were happy to spin. There was unimaginable filth that I choose to leave.
My biggest issue revolved around how to get the seat attached.
Before realizing the the seized bolt was an asset, not a hinderance, I spent almost an hour searching for toilet seat bolts and drills in order to rig up a way to use my 35 year old oak toilet seat.
I love that splintery old thing.
That’s when I noticed the other box inside of the box that the toilet bowl came in.
I pulled it out and opened it up.
Whaddyaknow!
It had a fresh, unpee’d on, brand spankin’ new …
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