LOL! Sumer is y-cumin’ in…and with it, the usual array of stupefyingly pricey unplanned expenses. You’ll recall what happened last summer: the minute the power bills started their climb toward the stratosphere, every damnfool thing that could go wrong did go wrong and had to be fixed, from teeth to car.
This time it’s the toilet. The one in the roomier bathroom (this house has two alleged bathrooms, one of which is smaller than the master bedroom closet), the one I prefer to use, has finally given up the ghost. It’s never worked well, though it’s been better than most water-efficient toilets.
How something that has to be flushed three times every time you use it can be dubbed “water-efficient” beats me. But at least this model doesn’t have to be plunged every other time you use it.
Anyway. Satan and Proserpine installed a couple of mid-priced American Standards in this house. They have been OK, but I’ve missed the $300 Toto I put in the old house after I made the stupid mistake of replacing the 1970s toilets that actually worked with pretty but nonfunctional new models. That was shortly after the rules came in saying all toilets had to be “water-efficient.” One detail I’d missed out on was just what that implied: i.e., toilets simply stopped working. Finally, I found a plumber who would admit that he knew of a toilet that did not have to be plunged once or twice a day, but it was expensive. Three hundred bucks was as nothing compared to the annoyance factor of the things I’d installed.
If I’d had any sense, when I put the house on the market I would have removed that terlet, replaced it with another Home Depot special, and brought the thing with me to the new palace. Oh well. Hindsight is…heh!
Moving on. The newer toilets work pretty well. We put a pair of Kohlers in the downtown house, and they’ve been fine. So when the favorite throne in this house finally stopped working, I decided that instead of having Wonder-Plumber fix it (which he surely could do in short order), I would ask him to replace it, preferably with one of the elongated models instead of the dwarf-sized affair that’s in there.
Geez. Satan and Proserpine were both tall, big-boned people. Not fat, but tall and solidly built. These tiny little thrones must have really been really uncomfortable for them. One wonders, doesn’t one, why on earth people make the choices they do?
Anyway. I want a low-end Toto, which isn’t all that much more expensive than a functional version of other models. He thinks it’s ridiculous to spend that much on a toilet, and, he being a plumber, I expect he knows whereof he speaks. So he’s bringing a new, larger American Standard. Oooohhhkay. This had better be good, Mr. WonderPlumber! And I’d better not have take the damn thing apart and fix it every time I flush it, as I’ve had to do with th’deceased!
WhatEVER. By the time I finish paying him to acquire, deliver, and install that thing and haul the old piece of junk away, the bill no doubt will hover around $250 or $300. It’ll be worth it to have a non-annoying piece of hardware in there, one that actually functions. But…was there a reason this couldn’t have come to pass in February, when I had an extra $250 laying around?
Can’t wait to see what goes on the fritz next month.