I am living proof that nothing ever goes as easily as it should.
The toilet in my bathroom is ancient. It’s probably the original toilet from when the bathroom was put in over 100 years ago. This is a good thing; it has a large tank and this means there are very rarely any issues with it doing its job. Understanding that this means a bigger water usage, for many years YA and kept a full bottle of water sitting inside the tank to take up space – this ended when I realized the rust from the bottle’s lid was causing problem. These days we use other water-saving methods. You’ll have to use your imagination for this.
In the 30 years that I’ve owned my house, I have been able to fix any toilet issues since most of them have to do with simply replacing parts of the flush assembly. In fact at any given time I have an extra tank ball in waiting:
But it never fails that any time I mess with the toilet, it takes longer than I think it should. And then there’s the proverbial additional trip to the hardware store. Before the holidays, the telltale signs that the tank ball was nearing the end of its life began to happen. As I was considering when I should deal with it, the small metal hook that holds the tank ball to the toilet arm suddenly failed – first time ever. Since it just straight up broke, I had to purchase a new generic kit and fashion a new hook. Easy peasy, right? But the tank kept having trouble filling, so at that point, I replaced the tank ball, which had been sitting on the counter, as I had been intending. But that didn’t fix it.
So the Sunday morning after Christmas, I decided to tackle it again. After watching the various mechanisms through several cycles, I decided that I had fashioned the hook to be too big and it was pulling against the tank ball. So I made it smaller. This turned out to be exactly the wrong thing to do. A bit more internet research uncovered that I should have made it longer, not shorter. Of course, another trip to the hardware store. Everything seemed fine for a day or two and then trouble again. As I was peppering the toilet with salty language, YA poked her head in. It was then that she mentioned that she had replaced the tank ball the week before. So when I made my replacement, I had used the older version that she had left on the counter. Sigh. It’s been over a week and all seems well. But I’m still wondering why it’s never as easy as it should be?
Do you have something that needs repeated fixing?