What a weird week.
We’ve been getting odd requests business-wise. We might finally schedule a shoot that has been in the works for almost two years.
We’ve had some house issues lately that we’re attacking. We’re finally fixing our car after ramming it into the train tracks one day last spring. The parts are ordered, and it should be done soon.
We had a couple plumbers in, because our dishwasher was backing up, and my toilet absolutely sucks at flushing.
My dad and regular-reader Aaron have visited recently, and they both wondered if there was adequate roof-top ventilation to strengthen the flush. The plumber said that’s not it. My dad also surmised that the toilet itself was deficient … that the tank doesn’t hold enough water to be effective.
Yesterday, we happened to have another plumber look at our building’s plumbing and he said that the internal workings needed to be replaced, because the plunger in the tank didn’t lift high enough. But even when you manually lift that doohickie, the amount of water in the tank isn’t enough to flush the toilet.
The plumber we called yesterday said that the toilet is the issue, and recommended replacing it.
“Damn,” I said. “I just saw a toilet out in the alley last week.”
He laughed.
He told me he could get me a toilet for $175 and install it for $80. I looked at Home Depot, and toilets are around $225 or more. I think it’s a pretty good deal.
One time within the last year, I had a spot of flu. I vomited a couple times, and because my toilet doesn’t flush well, I think I vomited more from the odor of not being able to flush my potty (hence the title “rock my pah-tay” above.
You’re welcome for telling that story.
Right before regular-reader Xina and her husband visited, we noticed a few flies in our kitchen. By the time Xina and Mr X were in the kitchen, we seemed to be overrun with lethargic flies doing their native dances on the windows.
We used a trusty fly swatter to eliminate what seemed like hundreds of flies. We were embarrassed of the problem, but couldn’t determine a source.
Once in while, I like to hide a piece of raw meat in the kitchen and see who can find it first, Talulah or Tina. But I hadn’t done that recently.
When Aaron visited, we were still seeing the flies, and he guessed that maybe a dead rodent somewhere in the walls was the culprit. But we couldn’t smell it. The second day that Aaron was here, the flies seemed to stop.
We determined that Aaron has supernatural powers. We built him a shrine, with candles and streamers. Then killed him, hoping he’d raise from the dead.
Now the flies are back, and we’re on the run for homicide.
Honk.
We think the flies might have come from a rotten potato that our next door neighbor found under her sink. Our walls aren’t exactly closed off. If flies were under her sink, they could have found their way into our place.
All in all, we’re doing okay. I can’t wait to sit on my new john once installed. Maybe I’ll take pictures and share with you. I’m sure you’d love the beautiful body function art that I make.
We’ve had some other news that I’m not ready to share yet. And we have some other home-fixing issues that need to be addressed soon.
So keep checking back like 15 million times a day until. I appreciate it.
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