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Oh, wow, okay. I thought that would be a lot easier than it was. It isn't the weight though, it's all the kneeling, bending, fiddly work, and whole body up and down. No matter how many tools you have right there? The one you need is... over there? No, no, it's... under... in the... FUCK! Oh, there it is. Oh, yeah, right. I put it there after cursing while looking all over for it last time. You don't need a tape measure to install a toilet, do you? Well, yes, you might need one. Even after measuring it's print. The water hose, you see. It was... a little stretched. But I thought it might work anyway. Nope. At least not too much water spilled. And the floor has been mopped, so not muss or extra fuss. I planned on mopping again after the final parts, probably after the silicone dries. Or... something. No, I didn't put the silicone down yet. I won't until after a couple of days have gone by with no leaks. The scary thing is not knowing how much to turn the various bolts. I wish they would quantify that. I would buy a torque wrench JUST FOR THIS. Although, like buying a new tool, especially a torque wrench, is twisting my arm. Next thing you know, someone will be forcing me to eat ribeyes! But no. They just tell you to "be careful". Thanks, jerks!
Okay, so I needed to go to town anyway. I was correct, there was no seat. So getting an extra water line is no problem. After a few choice words o' magic, I found the tape measure and know to get about 15". Might even go 16" ffs. I am extra glad I bought the plumber's putty though. The flange had nothing under it. I have no idea how they put the last toilet in. Or, actually, how it stays in place. Though it is solid, somehow? What amazes, and saddens, me is that they had to have taken the thing off recently. They tiled the floor in there, and the tiles are under the toilet. They had to see that there was nothing supporting those bolts, no flooring at all. Now I can't just cut out the area without messing with the tiles. Gah! Plumber's putty... though I may, in time, see if I can add wood from underneath somehow. Not really soon, but... just something to put on a growing... now shrinking... list. Now that things are making sense and I have the access and eyes to see. No problems, I... am beginning to know what it is like to open something up and... have no time or money to fix. Still... They were right there...
A shower first. Gosh it's nice to have hot water, the shower, nearly a toilet that won't stink, and a sink! Wow... I'm amazed what I have been getting done. Oh, the old toilet? I don't think they even put a new wax ring in after removing the toilet for the tile installation! There was no seal whatsoever. No wonder it stank. But I didn't know any of this back then. How simple a wax ring is, by itself... To be honest? I was... I shouldn't tell you but... I was afraid to put my hands... in the toilet. Shut up. You KNOW what I am talking about. Still... pretty petty. *sigh*
Ah, I best get going. For my evil deeds I shall treat myself to breakfast. Nothing fancy, if a full plate. Hmm... I might as well take the old toilet out on my way. The boxes are outside, for now. Damn though! Yeah, I'm happy. I didn't... until I helped with those barrels, I honestly didn't know if I had the strength. Then again, strength is only a part of it. Bending, flexing, up and down, twisting and using strength on a twist. That's how I hurt my arm... should have backed off and... done that with finesse, or with my muscle more relaxed, not used brutishness. I knew that, it's just been so long... How long? Longer than the lifespan of children who have produced grandchildren. And longer yet maybe.
Later.
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Back. The seat works perfectly. I bought a slow close, easy to remove for cleaning, if plastic seat. Installation was a snap. I think there were instructions but, uhm, okay. Next, the water line. Nope! It has a sink valve and a toilet connection, meaning... Meaning standard lines won't fit. I am not sure they even make a line with those connections. Probably, but who knows! And, yes, that means another trip back to town. It won't be at Walmart. I looked over their complete selection of one choice. There might be a fitting, something to connect two lines. But, yeah, that isn't optimal. The big boxes don't open until 10:00 though, I think. Yes. I am going back, today! I would be going in now but I don't feel like waiting in a parking lot for an hour.
Hmm... Coffee! I did have breakfast. A Spanish type omelet, change out the green peppers, add in mushrooms. So I didn't go big. I just didn't have the hunger. I had wanted to get a bucket of their fried chicken. It's the best in town in my opinion, and yeah I am picky. Hot or cold, they are hands down the best. On the good side, now I will be able to pick up a bucket. That will simply save me trying to push through dishes, and keep up on those, while cooking, on top of the next few installations.
I did measure the actual toilet, then the space in the en suite bathroom. It fits. Side to side it is the same dimension. It sticks out an inch or two more, but really just to flush with the little walled toilet area. So, I will be keeping both toilets. Assuming, when this one works, if it works when everything is hooked up, that is flushes worth a darn. If it's a weak flusher I will look elsewhere, maybe go to one of the double flushers, though I have been warned off of the push-button among those. Nothing but trouble, if there happens to be trouble. Most people probably have zero issues. It's just that those who do have a huge headache.
When I finish with this last bit, I do believe I will need some pain killers or I just won't be able to sleep. A handful of regular aspirin, non-caffeinated though. Yeah, I'm too battered to sleep well. If I wake too soon, it will probably be from pain, so I will take another handful and try to get back to sleep. I really need sleep with this work load, and with more to come. I am amazed at what I have been able to push through. I literally couldn't have done this most of my adult life, not this much, this fast. Lordy I hope this impresses my mom enough that she is gentle on me. *grins* A little cleaning, a little gardening, a trip into the mountains or two. I just wish there... hmm... there are parks. We could always go up for a cookout. I bet my friend would know of a more scenic spot, too. And for a meal, he might hand over the good dope for easy.
Later.
Oh dear me.. Reading about all this work you've been doing is making me feel all tuckered out. I think I need to snooze for a wee bit now. :~)
ReplyDeleteI'll join you! Well... you know what I mean. The bed is sounding mighty fine. I keep writing because, well, I'm amazed. And it's my journal. Well, and to keep me motivated. I'm always surprised to see that someone reads here.
ReplyDeleteIt is your journal and you write about your life well. Perhaps you have readers because your life is stranger than fiction?
ReplyDelete(Ducking here and getting ready to hobble away on my arthritic old legs).
(**must ** not ** LARF! **)
ReplyDeleteOh yes. It is how it is. I swear the wandering tools thing has driven me absolutely apeshit bonkers from time to time...
And the beautiful thoughts engendered when discovering some former owner's half-assed stupidity...
And the contortionist tricks it takes to squeeze a full-sized body inside a tiny vanity cabinet, suspended several inches off the floor in order to reach wa-a-y up there...now hold that position for the three to five minutes it takes to turn that wrench, 1/4 turn at a time, through about fifty damn turns...
Yes, time for Valerian and aspirin, at the very least, if not a couple shots each of gin and vodka shaken over ice!
(*ahem*) Welcome to the tribe, bro!
ReplyDeletefoam,
ReplyDeleteIt just slays me that I am thought to write well, and even more that it is interesting. I did say I am 'mostly' dead. My past might have been a wee colorful... I'll grant that. But I'm a reformed debaucher! (mostly(tm)) Still, if you enjoy, then have at it.
And to be quite honest? I haven't been fully awake, conscious, as you understand things, since I first became ill, going on 34 years ago! Seriously. That's why I slept a year, trying to... get enough sleep to wake up. It didn't, and hasn't, happened even yet.
D.C.,
You know what is funny? When you are remembering one of those 'hold right there' positions... and a cramp comes back! Just from memory! I... try not to think of any particular spot. Though... I might be weird there. Oh, and larf at will! This is a free larfing zone. Although larf up close and I may hand you a basin wrench and have you get this one bolt that...
Oh, and thank you very much! It is wonderful to finally be a member of the tribe! I've been wanting to get here for so long. I would say I'm joining using the "parachute while on fire" method though. Perhaps, next time, I will... not let it pile up quite... so deeply, eh?
If you see me doing that, throw a boot at me or something. Big boot. I'm stainless, don't worry about hurting me. Thought I was iron, but as the rust shakes off... it's looking mighty shiny under there. Mostly still rust, so the boot might even help with some of that.