As promised, a plumbing post.
It all started with a slow drip. As you know from reading this blog, I consider myself handy, though when it comes to plumbing, my fix-it skills tend to worsen matters. So I waited until I collected a number of small plumbing projects and called my guy.
The first several things were routine: too much toothpaste as dried spackle in Henry's sink drain, a drippy faucet in the kitchen and a running toilet that just needed a new arm thingie. Also, the bolt on my toilet tank was leaking ever so slightly. Like a drip every few days. I just mentioned it in passing, really.
Several hours and hundreds of dollars later, I was the proud owner of a new toilet and garbage disposal, and was seriously contemplating a new faucet system. I'm not sure how that happened. And really, my life has not improved in any measurable way, something I expect when I spend $700+ dollars. But faced with the lurid graphic visuals of a garbage disposal rotting out and spewing all over the room and the toilet tank falling off, I had to act. Right?
Now I fighting against calling the electrician. Who knows what I'll end up with?
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