It’s certainly been a while since I last blogged. In fact, I’ve likely convinced most of my friends that I’m dead. Time certainly gets away from me in the worst way and I haven’t been out for a game of cards (or any other game) in quite a while. In fact, socialisation has been at a very minimum the last while since I started working in my group at my employer. I’m not sure why but it’s been rather hard to push myself to go out and have some fun. It’s like it’s difficult to have fun; I not quite sure where that is coming from but I’m not liking it at all.
For anyone reading, I do plan on attending ‘the draft’. I must have some fun soon or I’m going to go postal.
So, what prompted this uncharacteristic blog entry and why did I want to call an end to what might be the longest quiet streak in the blogsphere? Well I had to repair my toilet and it turned into a small and laughable mess. What was originally a small adjustment to the ballcock refill assembly turned into water spraying all over in a force not felt in a long time. I was, of course, lent over the water tank and got the full brunt of the jet in my face. The walls and ceiling are of course now dripping from the spectacular fountain or rather power spray of the water supply.
After toweling down, I spend another hour wasting my time trying to reassemble the assembly with a part missing. A crutial washer had fallen off into the tank and I failed to notice it. So with only one washer and a plastic float I tried what must have been all 16 combinations of positions, directions etc twice only to have the refill mechanism fail over and over. Each failure bringing my moisture level higher and higher as I tried turning on the water supply to test the futile assembly.
I do have multiple washrooms, so like any good engineer, I went to examine a working model for reference. Now I couldn’t disassembly the ballcock in another toilet as I wasn’t confident I could reassemble it since that was my current dilemma. I poked and prodded at the reference assembly and sighed as nothing seemed any different from mine. I couldn’t justify taking apart the working version as two non-functional toilets is much worse than one.
Returning to carcass of my current victim I had a moment of disgust. I hung my head in shame and did a long stare into the empty tank. I looked down hopelessly at the bottom of the empty reservoir and noticed a washer at the bottom hidden away under the flush plunger. I was both excited and extraordinarily angry at myself for being so obtuse. I rescued the black rubber circle and quickly fixed the assembly properly with the two washers. Mercifully, the final test provided no extra water spray for my wifes enjoyment.
It certainly is laughable now. Just standing there in the bathroom soaked from getting blasted by the toilet from a bad assembly rebuild is enough material to keep my wife laughing for another month or so.
Ah domestic bliss!
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