Mini-Crisis

Tonight we arrived home in the continuing snow storm. We got around 4 inches throughout the day, and was supposed to wind up around 6:00 p.m. but was still snowing when we got home. Finally stopped around 8:00 p.m.

I was doing my house-wifey chores, laundry in the basement, and heard a tick - tick - tick and thought it was Irene on patrol. It was too rhythmic to be her, so I went into his shop to find the paint pan on the floor getting dripped into. There is no finished ceiling at this particular area, and water is dripping down the heating duct, just by coincidence into the paint pan.

I report the news to him and he has to go through his denial phase, assuming it is coming from the upstairs bathroom, roof leak or something like that. But, no, it is the toilet! He assumes it is the wax ring, which we don't have on hand, but that isn't it, either. One of the brass bolts on the tank has failed, and we don't have that size in the house.

So, in the snow he goes out to the BIGORANGEBOXSTORE to get brass bolts and washers. Even in this weather he is back in 45 minutes. He puts the toilet back together and we're back in business. That toilet is just three years old.

One thing that he noticed is the amount of sediment in the tank. He believed that the well was compromised during his quest to lay blame on his ailment last winter, with testing water several times and like that. I don't even want to think about what that would entail - or the cost of such a venture.

Today is also KC's birthday - my little man is eleven years old!