The Joys of Home Ownership
Sep. 1st, 2009 09:20 amSo, last night I'm standing in my "master bath" (think - 1960s master - barely big enough for a shower, a toilet and a sink) and I hear water running in the toilet. I lift the lid to investigate and see that the water level is just barely cresting over the overflow tube.
"How do you adjust the water level in the tank?" I wonder to myself. The tank has an old-style float valve, consisting of a black plastic ball on a metal rod. "I wonder if you can adjust the float?"
Well, as soon as I touch the float, the metal arm snaps off, and the water starts flowing rapidly. After a few very fervent expletives (deleted for your reading pleasure) I get the shutoff valve to move - first time it's done that since 1999 when I bought the house - and get the water to stop.
So now I get to replace the entire float valve assembly. I've done that before, twice, and it's not hard, but neither is it high on my list of fun ways to spend an evening. Since I have writers' group tonight and am planning to be out of town this weekend, I guess I know what I'm doing Wednesday night.
"How do you adjust the water level in the tank?" I wonder to myself. The tank has an old-style float valve, consisting of a black plastic ball on a metal rod. "I wonder if you can adjust the float?"
Well, as soon as I touch the float, the metal arm snaps off, and the water starts flowing rapidly. After a few very fervent expletives (deleted for your reading pleasure) I get the shutoff valve to move - first time it's done that since 1999 when I bought the house - and get the water to stop.
So now I get to replace the entire float valve assembly. I've done that before, twice, and it's not hard, but neither is it high on my list of fun ways to spend an evening. Since I have writers' group tonight and am planning to be out of town this weekend, I guess I know what I'm doing Wednesday night.