Between dinner and dessert, Gilbert found me and presented me with something that looked like chrome but felt like plastic. Studying the broken object in my hand, I recognized it as the toilet flush handle. I sighed and retrieved my toolbox from the front closet. I can't have a houseful of guests with a nonfunctional toilet. Especially since it broke off in Gilbert's hand before fulfilling it's mission.
Unable to repair the original flush handle, I clamped a pair of vise grips in its place and flushed a couple times to test my ersatz fix. Satisfied this would work for the meantime, I dimmed the bathroom lights from full brightness and noticed one of the halogen bulbs was out. Damn. It's always something.
A few days later, JB complained that his iPad wasn't working. Usually that means his storage is full and deleting a few photos would get him back in business. But this time his iPad wasn't the issue. Tracing the problem back to our wi-fi router, it became clear our old DSL modem was dead as a door nail.
On top of all this I've been dealing with my frozen shoulder. I can't help but make a comparison between my house and my body as I approach the end of my forties. Daily wear and tear and even the occasional mishap is to be expected, but each problem must be dealt with head-on. The worst thing I can do is give up and just let everything fall apart.
|I fixed the toilet good as new and our upgraded internet service is|
an order of magnitude faster than our old DSL. Now I just need to
change that light bulb. And lose ten or so pounds.