@Overstreet said:
@string said:
Now we’ve got a toilet that is 55 yo leaking. I’ve replaced the insides several times but it also looks like one of the tank bolts is also a culprit.
Ya gotta love old houses.
I’m getting too old for an old house.They make tank bolt with seals kits.
I’m on the way to get them now.
Plumbing the Depths On a Loose String
This old house,
it’s ohh, so catty.
When in hot water,
I’m so glad she…
chose to tank it,
once again,
so all might shower,
with one hot friend,
though oft I find,
it can be numbing,
her dispensing chill
still heats my plumbing.
But her idle hours,
with Bill thrills not!
It’s time to unhook her,
for new insta-hot!
And as it rolls off,
I sit on memory fond,
that all bolts off,
to find a new John.
That took some work 
My previous old house (vintage 1907) had a wobbly toilet with a broken bolt on one side. I forgot to warn my new beau to keep centered on it during use. He had retired to the “meditation chamber” after breakfast one Sunday morning to peruse the want ads and apparently shifted abruptly to one side to reach for a fresh roll of TP stashed behind the throne. I heard a muffled crash and some choice invectives, then he emerged indignantly from the loo, hiking up his trousers and announcing that the toilet had just tried to kill him. Putting our plans for the day on hold, he hied us to Menard’s and returned with a spanking new porcelain vessel, wax ring and hardware.
Alas, upon attempting to install it, we discovered that the cast iron base flange lip was broken and would not support a pair of bolts. So that simple switch-out evolved into a full gut job, down to the studs and floor joists (walls were badly mudded drywall nailed over lathe and plaster and the floor was rotted out under the nasty wall to wall carpet and padding the prior owners had installed – who puts broadloom carpet in a bathroom anyway??) I worked every evening after work and full days on weekends for over a month to finish that project, which included relocating the john to the other end of the bathroom. But when it was done, that bathroom was a masterpiece. And the throne was secure.
I already did that years ago in our 5’x8’ “master” bathroom.
Luckily, the base flange was not broken but I had to cut out half of the floor because it had rotted. I replaced it with hardy plank.
The only incident was when the toilet slid out of my arms when I was moving it and broke.
I was so pissed that I sliced my arm carrying it downstairs and never noticed. My wife got a bit excited by the blood but it wasn’t as bad as it looked.
Those things are a pain to carry out. I broke the one I removed from the funky basement bathroom in my present house when I removed it from service 3 years ago – I had planned to donate it to our local building salvage store (Construction Junction, a real treasure hunt, that place). Though being as it was a sickly olive green I doubt there would have been much demand for it so it is probably just as well that the pieces of that one ended up at the dump. The range of colors of old toilets at CJ can be fascinating: besides the ghastly black, forest green and burgundy remnants of 1970’s and '80’s decor I’ve seen lilac, turquoise, butter yellow, mint green and peach – I was actually tempted to buy several of the Easter egg toned “thrones” there and place them around my ski slope of a back yard, with cascading flowers planted in the bowls and tanks.
That’s really not a novel idea – outside the entry to Construction Junction they’ve installed a complete bathroom in one of the planting beds: vintage pedestal sink, tub and toilet all filled with dirt and greenery.
I haven’t completely abandoned my “Field of Flushers” landscape notion, though I’m not sure how my local municipality might view it. Only dog walkers and hikers on the borough nature trail that goes through the valley behind my house would enjoy the “View de Pee-yew”.
Have you lined your driveway with white tires?
Oh. So you sorta desire:
American Standard Stonehenge,
meets keister island,
in non-flushing meadows,
of post-monolith piling,
as Niagara falls,
with all else poo-pooed,
waxing on waxed off,
the seal with TOTO, too.
Would that I even had a driveway! Not enough level space on my whole third of a acre lot for a driveway or garage.
Touche, CWD. Nice geographical references.
Thanks…maybe? Sans accent aigu, phonetically speaking I feel like such a toosh. Let me sit and give it a think.
In this glorious field of dreams,
I sit and think like new lava’d Tory.
A watered-down cabinet dropping in congress with fret.
It’s quite taxing this allegory.
I tried paddling one of these. Both primary and secondary stability are near zero. Even if you stay upright, the speed is very slow. Perhaps a sit-inside version would improve both issues over the currently ill-designed SUP. As you said “Sleek Lines”, but pretty isn’t always practical.
Dated a girl like that once. Very pretty but not practical.
We have a steel wh tank cut lengthwise that makes a handy fire pit.
@string said:
Dated a girl like that once. Very pretty but not practical.
I dated a girl that was dumber than your tank…
@grayhawk said:
@string said:
Dated a girl like that once. Very pretty but not practical.I dated a girl that was dumber than your tank…
I was trying to be kind.
Let’s be fair. You can’t heat water over a flame, in shower quantity, in a kayak.