Going to the gym isn’t making me ready for hoeing (garden hoeing, get your mind out of the gutter) because what I suspect are my gluteal muscles are rather sore. But that was from yesterday’s adventures. Today’s excitement involved plumbing.

Greg’s brother-in-law Earl is a plumber (Aapple plumbing) and I knew I should have called him instead of fixing the toilet, but my dad’s kind of confused and if the toilet near his bed was missing, I don’t know what would happen. What started this was fixing the sink upstairs. Like all our Moen sinks, the cartridge inside needs to be replaced every few years. As long as I was fixing that, I thought I should fix the toilet as well. Replace the valves, I thought. Well, rocking of the toilet was starting to bother me as well, so looked into that. I ended up dismantling the toilet and finding a lot of rust underneath. I think the subfloor needs to be replaced, but that’ll have to be another day.

Of course I found all this out at 5:45PM on a Sunday afternoon. I rushed to the hardware store and bought a bunch of parts, figuring that I could return the parts that I didn’t need, but this was the only chance I’d have to buy parts until the next day. Turns out all I needed were some washers, some nuts, and a new wax seal. And a couple of hours, maybe three. I even had to hacksaw off the old corroded handle.

WHAT EXCITEMENT! (I could tell you about mowing the lawn yesterday, too.)