While talking about Saturday, in yesterday's entry, there was something I hadn't yet written about.
I became a plumber!
Okay. You're probably laughing. I wouldn't blame you! But, it is sort of true. lol
You see, I began having trouble with my toilet on Thursday. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but as time rolled on, I realized I wasn't imagining anything. The throne was not flushing properly.
Hmmm... What to do about this? This is what I initially thought. I hoped and even prayed that whatever the problem was would correct itself, but it didn't happen. By Friday evening, I knew there was a problem and it wasn't going away!
The thought of hiring a plumber didn't thrill me.
Yet, I wasn't sure what the problem was. By Saturday morning, I decided that I would replace the Fluidmaster unit that didn't seem to be working properly.
Believe me when I say I prayed about doing this, for never in the past had I ever done anything like this. Gordon had always handled things like this, even before we married. He was talented with plumbing and electrical needs. Electrical of course, because he worked as an electrician for a time, wiring locomotive train engines!
Talking about Gordon, he wasn't the best at carpentry, but he did okay. There were times when he had trouble doing things with his hands that required hand-eye co-ordination involving small objects like screws or small parts.
I'll try to not laugh when I recall that on one occasion, I had just bought a home, new to me. My first thought whenever I moved was to change the locks.
Gordon had come over to help me. He insisted he would change the lock on my front door. It didn't seem to go well for him, so I offered some assistance. He replied that he could do it and I should just allow him to do it, without offering suggestions. lol Sorry. I just couldn't resist the chuckle.
After sitting on a lawn chair for over an hour, watching Gordon struggle and struggle, unable to get this new handle and lock installed, I suggested he take a break for a few minutes. You see, by this time, he was becoming rather frustrated. Gordon walked away, taking a few minutes to calm down, to use the washroom and get himself a beverage.
While he was gone, I took the door handle and locking system in my hands, looked at it and installed it. When he returned, he was shocked to see I had done this. Oh well! What could I say?! :-))
In any case, I sure wish he had been here to handle this plumbing problem, albeit a minor thing, relatively speaking.
The woman at Home Hardware, who assisted me, asked me what was happening. When I explained it to her, she suggested that possibly I didn't require a whole new unit, but I should try replacing the internal washer. Hmmm... I hadn't even known that there was a washer inside this unit!
In the end, I found this helper sent from heaven was correct!
The only trouble was, I struggled and struggled to get the silly thing apart. Even though I knew what to do, I just did not seem to have the strength to do it. Feeling frustrated, I cried out to God to help me. All of a sudden, I was able to get the cap off! Thank You, Lord!
Then, the system didn't go back together properly. I thought it had, but it hadn't. Unfortunately, I found out the hard way, when water began spraying all over my bathroom! Thinking I had sorted out the problem, I noticed water leaking out of the bottom of the tank. Sigh...
Being Saturday evening, I thought to myself how awful it would be to have to shut off the water to the toilet, permanently. Sigh... Once again, I prayed.
I reached down underneath the tank to figure out where the water was leaking from. After all, it wasn't leaking from the intake valve. There it was!
While reinstalling everything, I must have pushed too hard on the unit and sent it popping out of the bottom of the tank. I repositioned it and tightened the unit underneath the tank and... voila! There it was! All done!
No more problem flushing! No leak! Just a smile on my face! For this, I praise God and thank Jesus!
Until next time...
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