the throne chronicles

beyond the wax ring

Here I sit, a king on my throne. The prodigal son has returned. My hero’s journey is complete.

The dragon is vanquished. The toilet, installed. The wax seal of torment? It and three others are all firmly mashed into the floor. Toilet, tank and seat have all been reunited. The water supply line that hung limp and useless for so long is now engaged. The hole in my floor that threatened with rodents, filled.

This was a journey of learning, of gaining knowledge. This was a time of passing of a torch. Typically in these endeavours, I would learn from my father. This time He learned from me.

Are you getting a new toilet Jimmy?

No. Oh how I wish the answer could have been affirmative.

Then why do you have the toilet in pieces scattered all over your job site? Isn’t it easier to keep all of the pieces together?

That’s when I understood that I knew something that my father didn’t: A toilet is easier to handle and store when it’s taken apart. It is also easier to work on, clean and install without …