We have all heard the commercial that insinuates that we all go, why not enjoy the go. We all have the calling of Mother Nature and isn’t that a great thing.
This spring Kevin came over and had to do a fix-it on our toilet. The tank is ceramic and will last forever. The lever that makes it all work harmoniously is attached to components that are not going to endure the test of time. Plastic and nylon should not be what the flush should rely on.
I grew up when we had a wonderful path to the outhouse. It was just a bit to the northwest of the house and with enough distance from the house that pressing your luck on urges was not taken for granted. I was in first grade before we had a toilet that flushed. It was a stool in the basement. Old houses did not have any area for sufficient closets let alone a room for a toilet. Why would anyone stand the cost of pluming in a toilet on the ground floor when all we had on the ground floor for water, running and otherwise was a hand pump that was hooked to a cistern.
Times did change. When some changes are made there may be a 14′ x 80′ mobile home on an acre of land, but that does not necessarily mean there is a well for water. One thing at a time. The first was a septic tank with hook ups for the mobile home. The mobile home had a beautiful bathroom combination laundry. At that time we brought water from my folks in cream cans. Water for cooking. Water for heating for quick sponge bathes and of course an ice cream pail . . . one pail needed per flush in the new bathroom.
Experiences have come and gone. All I am getting at is that stressing over having to hold that lever down to get the toilet to totally flush can be endured until such time when Kevin comes over and makes it all better. By the end of the day Kevin had nailed it and we have been flushing successfully ever since.