If there’s anything that this recent quarantine has taught me, besides the fact that my musical interests are about diverse as the day is long (see previous post), it’s that a running toilet fucking sucks. It’s true, I’ve been forced to both accept and face the fact that I have a running toilet in my basement that I have more or less ignored for, oh, say three years now?
Now please don’t misunderstand me, it’s not that not that my toilet has been running for three years, rather it’s been three years since I’ve been able to take a shit or piss without also having to wait an extra minute or so afterwards while the tank fills itself again so that I can carefully remove the tank’s lid in order to jimmy the big, bulbous floaty thing inside upward to stop the water from running endlessly.
It’s been a total pain in the ass and one that I’ve put off far too long in dealing with. As it is currently, I have completely tarnished the sanctity and therefore ultimate enjoyment of my beloved “Man Lair” (click HERE), more so now than ever that I have had to use it as my sole bathroom in the house for the past ten days. Any idea how damn annoying it is to visit the bathroom in the middle of the night, and then have to stand around groggily to perform all that necessary “lift, jimmy, and replace” bullshit so that I can get back to fucking sleep again?
Take my word for it: it sucks.
I have taken it upon myself then to do something about it … finally.
And no, I don’t mean ‘call Danny’.
Even the “Master of Machine” himself needs a day off, so I YouTube-ed that shit, bitch.
Much to my surprise, it looked almost … doable.
Even for a chimp of my abilities.
And thankfully, it required no power tools whatsoever.
In light of my recent interest in DIY projects (albeit limited), I was almost giddy at the prospect of trying something new. In fact, I haven’t been this excited since my mother allowed me to stay home from church one weekend to watch Tito Santana defend his Intercontinental Championship against George “the Animal” Steele.
Good times.
*sigh*
This kind of felt similar in magnitude, monumental even; something that I would remember for the rest of my life and I immediately resigned myself to what I was committed myself to taking on …
… I was going to plumb!
(Don’t worry everyone, I had Danny on speed dial.)
So once we had successfully completed our recent quarantine and I could venture out into public safely again, I knew what I needed to find. I had gleaned from the multiple self-help videos I watched that I would need to purchase what’s known as a “Ball Cock Valve”.
I feel dirty just typing that.
Believe me, it was with great trepidation that I entered that into my laptop’s search engine, but thankfully it didn’t explode in a mushroom cloud of pee pee’s and wee wee’s and such.
Okay, there was ONE … but that’s s it!
And I never clicked on it.
Anyway, it turns out there’s nothing particularly depraved about the back of a toilet bowl and that these things were readily available in the ‘Kitchen-Bathroom’ section of any local hardware store, so I drove to the RONA building center optimistic that I could find what I was looking for.
But I have too give pause here for a moment to explain how much I actually hate hardware stores.
I understand that for most men it must be like walking into Valhalla, something on par with entering Walt Disney’s Magic Kingdom for the first time as a child, but for me it’s more like walking straight into an Escher painting with smocks … lots of smocks. Suddenly it’s all ‘two by fours’ this, and ‘eight sixteenths’ that … “what kind of torque pressure do you need on your steam hammer, sir?”
People might as well be speaking Bushman for all I’m able to understand.
It’s intimidating.
But I managed to keep my collective shit together and quickly figured out that there is no ‘Kitchen-Bathroom’ section anymore, there’s just a general ‘Plumbing’ section.
Okay, duly noted.
Thanks, Candace.
See? I’m learning shit.
(Shoot me.)
So yeah, once I found the right section I quickly located my kinky-sounding prize pleased I didn’t have to actually engage in conversation about it with anyone as, seriously, I’m not sure that I would have been able to actually ask for it without giggling, and I cashed out at the self checkout aisle for more or less the same reason, I wasn’t sure I could make eye contact with the cashier without blushing. I practically charged out of the store too.
You’d think I was trying to smuggle a dildo out of a porn shop in the middle of the day.
Not that I know what that feels like.
But regardless, I had my ‘Ball Cock’ thingee in hand, so it was full steam ahead with what would hopefully not end up being my personal ‘Quest for the Holy Fail’, with my basement looking like a set from Waterworld.
But whoa, hold up … first things first.
As limited as my experience in basic home repair is, even I know that it is considered absolutely crucial to the success of the project to do it with your pants off so, yeah, the first order of business then before getting started: remove pants.
CHECK!
Remember that I don’t write the rules folks, I just follow ‘em.
According to the videos, I was going to need the following tools:
And yes, the beer is absolutely to be considered as a “tool”, and a very important one at that.
Having found everything I needed in the garage, the actual first step of the project was to turn off the water to the tank which, truthfully, sure sounded easy enough. However, for whatever reason, I had always imagined this was a much more difficult thing to accomplish than it actually is and sadly, there is no impressive looking master kill switch that you literally have to put your back into in order to activate; something that resembles those huge levers Obiwan Kenobi was throwing on the Death Star …
… or rather, something an evil villain might look to throw in order to, say, blow up a small island.
Ya know?
Nope … it was just this:
That’s all.
Turn it.
Again … learning shit.
But of course, it wasn’t to be that easy … no sir!
Having likely never been turned in like, ever, it was absolutely 100% fixed in place. Fortunately, there’s a YouTube video for that too and so with a good deal of WD40, some “forceful but stringent” elbow grease and, get this … a hair drier.
Ya …
Who knew?
After a few minutes of squirting, twisting, wrenching, swearing, sipping and blow-drying, I finally managed to get the damn thing to turn and thereby shutting off the water to the tank successfully. From there on in, it was only going to get more complicated but by now I was all fired up from having successfully turned a dial in a clockwise fashion, so I more than felt up to the task and there was no stopping me now.
Whatever doesn’t kill you can only make you stronger, right?
I’m not going to bore you with the details however, because that would be silly given there’s already numerous videos of much handier people than me doing it, albeit not as cute in their underwear of course. So I’ll spare you the gory details and simply suffice to say that it was actually pretty easy: just loosen this, unscrew that, stick the thingamabob in the thingaringer, connect the whositnow with the gollywhichit and, Bob’s your uncle, you’re back in business (figuratively and literally).
Sorry if I got too technical there.
I will admit though, it was rather nerve wracking turning the water to the toilet back on again to learn if I had done everything correctly, i.e. it doesn’t a) explode, or b) a tsunami of water doesn’t begin to cascade out and consume my basement. Thankfully neither happened, buuuuuut the water level didn’t seem to be right as only half the bowl had filled, and Lord knows I’ll need more than that to wash down my handiwork in the morning … if you know what I mean.
It took a little finagling here and there to get the water level just right but again, thankfully, there’s only so many things you can get a wrench around or stick a strew driver into, so it was only with a little stubborn perseverance and figuring out before I was able to coordinate my twists with my turns properly to get the water just right again after only a few test flushes.
GO ME!!
Apparently the Plumbing gods were smiling on me this day.
But now for the real test ….
God help me.