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 …