I just replaced the ballcock in my toilet. It's a simple thing. Shut off the water. Drain the tank. Disconnect the water line. Remove the old part. Prepare the new part - Switch out the float (new part didn't come with that), adjust the height, connect the tubing. Pop into tank and reconnect everything! Ta Da!
It didn't go that smoothly for me. My toilet is tucked in a little space that is extremely awkward to work in. So I'm squirming around trying to see. My glasses keep sliding around as I move my head to SEEING anything was a challenge. I finally found my sweet spot with my head cuddled up against the bowl and my legs wrapped around it (sort of). Then I began to undo the locknut. Or I thought I was undoing it. I would undo it then I'd tighten it then I'd undo it and then I'd tighten it again and finally I got the new one to look at pretty much every time I had to adjust the robogrip. FINALLY got the damned thing off. My back was complaining pretty loudly by this point!
Then I put everything back in and it came time to use plumber's tape to connect the water line. Holy fuck is that shit annoying!!! It wants to fold up into a string, it won't stick to anything and comes undone faster than you can wrap it and then, you drop the holder and have to start over. I exercised my swearing skills a bit!
But in the end I got the job done! Everything is back together and there are no leaks (yet). It is QUIET!! It has been running endlessly for a while now so to have a silent toilet is thrilling! It's the little things in life that make me smile :)
As soon as I finished Bruiser announced that he had to go out immediately. I'm grateful he was patient and let me get the toilet fixed first! So I let him out and went back to put everything away. Went to check on him and he was happily surveying his domain from the sidewalk so I let him be a few minutes longer (it's a cold night out). Finally heard him barking so went to let him in and he started what has become his normal re-entry routine...
First of all he gets stressed and starts crying.
Next he is SURE he must be tangled around the tree and heads for it to walk around it. This tends to tangle him more often than untangle him.
At that point I start reeling him in. I have the leash hooked up by the top of the stairs to I can pull him in. This is necessary unless I want to run down and grab him and carry him in every time I let him out.
So I got him around the tree and aimed at the house. Then he starts stressing about the stairs. He always makes it up the stairs (he's an old dog fyi) but in the last year or so he worries a lot. I have to give him a tug and then he decides to go for it. He makes it! Whew! I suppose one of these days he won't but it hasn't happened yet.
Life with a deaf, smelly, geriatric dog is interesting! I do love the little furball tho :)
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