I spent a good part of last night repairing the toilet off the (not so masterful) bedroom.
I had been reading Gretchen Archer’s soon-to-be-released new book, “Double Knot” and enjoying it so much I couldn’t stop reading. As the digital dial on my clock radio flipped past 2:00, I had to keep reading.
Usually when I read, I can’t hear anything. I’m in the book. All I hear are words inside my head. But I couldn’t not hear that funny little noise. Troubling little noise. Which I couldn’t quite identify.
I finished the book. Sighed. Turned off the Kindle. Went into the bathroom. And realized that irksome little sound was the toilet running. Not good. This was how our well crisis started a couple of years ago.
When you live on well water, a continuously running toilet sends up flares. Danger, danger!
All I wanted to do was sleep. Hey, world, this is my birthday. I’m grateful to be walking the Earth, not six feet under it. Okay. Figured I’d turn off the valve and deal with it later. But. I couldn’t turn the valve. At all. Solidly stuck. Yet I could not leave it running.
While humming “happy birthday to me,” I disassembled the tank. Toilets are simple. Mechanical. I looked, saw the little hose that fills the tube that tells the float when the tank is full, had popped out of position. It apparently had done it before because someone (surely my son) had previously fixed the problem using a piece of twisted wire made from a Christmas tree ornament hook.
The wire and the little hose had separated. Despite juggling and jiggling, they were not coming together again. Using as much brute force as I dared, I eventually convinced the input hose to stay in the float tube. After I reassembled the tank, I hauled my tired old body to the computer to ask my son to please fix it. Before we have another well crisis.
I kept thinking that this was a really crappy (appropriate, right?) way to start my new year. And then, suddenly, I was grateful. Because I can figure out how to fix the float mechanism in a toilet tank — despite having a college degree!
It’s morning again. The toilet stayed fixed. Happy birthday to me!
You only get two options with life. Get old or get dead. Old is better. Life flows, bringing with it the good, the bad, the ugly.