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We Fixed It

Wednesday, Jul. 06, 2005 - 6:09 a.m.

The transit strike was averted. Yay.

And the host city for the 2012 Olympic Games will be London.

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On July 3rd, I lay down for a little nap in the late afternoon.

About forty five minutes after I went to sleep, John shook me awake. "I'm sorry to have to wake you. The toilet is broken."

I grumped around and got out of bed, and asked for details.

John had already taken the stuff off of the top of the tank, then removed the top itself. The float valve had lost its suction, and when the arm closed the float valve, it wouldn't stay closed and the water wouldn't shut off.

We conferred, and it was decided to attempt to fix it ourselves. We were in for hell whether we dealt with the landlord or not. So John went to the hardware store on a late Sunday afternoon before the holiday -- and I logged on and began reading.

I found a website with instructions on the basic proceedures. Then John called and asked me to read the brand name of the fixture to him and I did.

He got back home by 5:30 pm, and by that time I had printed out the basic steps, and drained the water and done a significant amount of the prep.

John handed me the box and I said "Okay. Let me spread out in the bathroom and just let me cogitate."

John wanted to help, though, so I asked him to help me document this event, and also asked him to please towel up the last half inch of water from the bottom of the tank:

After he did that, I crouched down and unscrewed the hose from the bottom of the toilet, and unscrewed the valve assembly from the bottom.

Here's me all bent over working to fix the toilet:

The whole procedure took about an hour from start to finish once the new parts were in the house. I think we started at a quarter of six and the project was complete just after six thirty pm.

Whew! We did it!

It's fixed now, and ... wait for it...

I'm flushed with pride.

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The next day was the 4th, and my squatdown muscles were sore.

But they're better now.

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John survived his root canal adventure just fine! Thank you to everybody who goodvibed him!

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Okay. Done for the day.

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