flushing out wisdom

and the quest for the perfect throne

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 toilet seat with both attaching bolts made of rust free, fully functioning plastic.

I didn’t need to use it.

But if I had spent some more time digging into the task that I faced, I would have realized it was there to begin with. That would have saved me a whole lot of frantic, anxious searching.

Reassured that I had all that I needed and more, I finished installing the wooden one.

Sure, I had a new seat to put in place.

The kids would really love it!

That’s why it’s under the bed.

Wisdom is ever.

You’ll find what you need when you need it.

And sometimes, you’ll be even better resourced than you think.

Remember: be like a toilet. If someone forces shit down your throat, make sure you have room to make it go away.

And wisdom is a lot like shit.

Everyone is full of it.

But much of it is difficult to process.

Unless you’re foolish enough to look.