Yesterday I bounced from project to project. I mended two shirts and a jacket. I built a box for an ottoman/file box and almost completed a second one. Just require one more piece of MDF and a few minutes to knock that out. I watched two movies, played Words With Friends, roasted a chicken, cleaned the kitchen, and tore apart a toilet.
Bob helped with that last thing. But said toilet was left in the middle of my bathroom, useless. We couldn’t find anything wrong with it. I called this morning for the septic system to be flushed and drained.
Life, just outside the city limits, is interesting.
I’ve been running around, as Grandma would say, like a chicken with my head cut off. First it was chauffeur service for Zach. I waited for class to end, then we went to the bank, then to the doctor for his prescription, then the pharmacy. Home. Back to the bank. Home.
The septic vacuum arrived and it took about ten minutes and nearly $300.00 to discover that I should have picked up a simple drain snake. Oh well. Way more than a snake, but less than a plumber!
Drained. The loo awaited its repositioning. A trip to Home Depot, a lot of frustration, and way more time than I wanted to expend, and the potty was perched in the proper place with only a bolt left to file. It won’t receive its nut. That nut will have to stay unthreaded for another day. I’ll have to find the file.
I’m getting too old for this crap.
I remember a time when a group of friends spent a few minutes one evening tallying as many euphemisms for toilet/bathroom/going, as we could. Here’s a short list. Please feel free to leave your fave in the comments.
Little Girl’s Room
Little Boy’s Room
See a man about a horse
What a nasty way to end a post. Perhaps I can clean it up tomorrow.