There is a Limit
As I mentioned a post or two ago, things can slide for some time and it doesn’t seem to bother. Then again, in an instant . . . there is a limit.
We replaced the toilet quite a few years ago in our main bathroom. Of course we got the high-rise oval model. The oval is important as self-cathing for peeing does take a it more elbow room . . . so to speak. The top of the tank has never fit properly. Poor casting of ceramics. Any little movement while sitting or getting up from the toilet, a grating of ceramic on ceramic could be heard.
Dennis was out in the patio porch and I knew today was the limit. I took the top of the tank into the sewing studio and stood back to see what my options were. There was double stick tape on shelves. Inspecting stashes in the sewing studio, I came across some half inch foam. Cutting the foam an inch wide to match up with the tape, the entire perimeter got a piece of foam around it. I couldn’t wait to see how it would work. The next challenge was to make it up the basement steps carrying the top of the toilet. It has happened to me in the past, that just as there was going to be the completion of a project, the hands gave way and it all went to crap. We now have a toilet top that is quiet. Why the hell has it taken me all these years to do something that was so annoying for oh so long. I think what the trigger was is that I had taken it upon myself to put a new toilet lid on the toilet. When the lid was lifted to open, it was heavy enough to make the top let us know it hasn’t been fitting right.
On a very wonderful bright spot, Dennis received Father’s Day calls from four out of his five children. It kept him quite busy out in the patio porch. By the time he came in, I was in the sewing studio putting away supplies from the toilet fixing. It never fails . . . Dennis has barely gotten his sweet hind-end in the door and he is calling out to see where I am. With our huge home it never fails that he needs to know my location. Five steps either way and he has found me. Not this time. He was right beside me in the basement when he said he had gotten a call from his third son. I looked at him quizzically. The call had brought tears to his eyes. Yup, the ole cowboy had not expected a call from Fairfax for Father’s Day. It had touched him deeply. Priceless. We just never know when taking a moment to reach out can make such a wonderful impact.
There is a limit to putting things off that by taking a bit of time, we have our angst quieted. There is no limit in reaching ours as we never know how important that may be right at that moment.