Well, as you see from my first post on installing a toilet, I eventually got through it and was now an expert, having one toilet under my belt and having watched about 10 Youtube videos on the subject. The one upstairs also needed replaced, so I figured I could knock this job over in an hour or two, tops.
Sometimes starting a job is the most difficult part of it, and such was the case with this job. It’s always easier to put off what you really don’t want to do, and there is always tomorrow and if there isn’t, then you got out of this life on Earth without replacing the toilet (not too bad) but still. At some time you run out of excuses and the more days you don’t do it means another day with the old toilet, so you just have to start someplace, so I shut off the water supply to the toilet bowl as Step #1.
A small start, but I was now in the game. There is a staying in another culture (I forget which) that “Once started is half done,” and I agree. So at this point I was half done – or so I thought!
The expert I am, I know all the steps now. First flush then remove the two bolts that hold the toilet to the floor, remove the water supply line from the toilet bowl, and up comes the toilet, and we are off to the races. Then there is the dirty job of taking up the old wax seal with a putty knife and cleaning up the area in general.
I did all that, and everything was going to plan and at that point I was thinking of making my own DIY video, when the unexpected happens. Now if you are a DIY guy, the unexpected is not welcome, because then you don’t know what to do, and such was my fate.
You see, when I attempted to mount the two new bolts in the floor to hold the toilet, one of them would have fallen into the dark recesses of the area around the pipe that goes out to the septic system if I let the bolt go, and I realized that I am now in trouble. Both bolts have to be sticking up to go forward, and I am stuck.
I was fluxmoiguated. Now, you may wonder what fluxmoiguated means, but I just made it up. A dictionary meaning in the next Websters edition would go something like this, “…the feelings of anguish arising in a DIYer when the unexpected happens and he (or she) knows not what to do, or has a clue.”
When you are fluxmoiguated, you look at the problem a long time and stress every brain cell in search of a solution, and in bad cases the only thing you come up with is to resort to duct tape or rubber bands – neither of which works when tried. Since this was the case, I decided to visit my local Ace hardware and talk to the guy there, who seems to know everything about everything – perhaps he has an idea of what I should do.
Now at Ace Hardware, I explained my predicament, but I don’t think we understood each other as his plan didn’t address my problem – and it was hard to explain – when a brilliant idea crossed my brain; I had to go with it: just secure the bolt by threading a nut between it and the floor. How simple a solution, and even elegant.
I bought the bolt and home I went, but had to try it the morning, since it was late by then. That meant no bathroom for anyone until the next morning, with was a trial for us all but especially those of the opposite sex from me. Life is not fair, that’s all I can say.
Next morning, I got to implement my brilliant solution but then it dawns on me: what I planned will not work. The toilet needs to sit flat on the floor, and the nut will in all probably break the porcelain.
I am thinking of how much it will cost to hire a real plumber, and my fluxmoiguate is even worse now, and I really don’t know what to do.
“When will the toilet work?” one of my kids ask.
“I don’t know,” I say.
The entire day there is a cloud over the house, as we are stuck all due to a stupid bolt, with no solution in site. This is akin to Patton taking his pistol out and shooting the donkey because it was disabled on a bridge and holding his entire 3rd army up, and all because of a donkey, but I don’t have a pistol (which is probably a good thing.)
Later at around 9:15 pm, I have to get out of the house and I take off in the direction of the Great Northern area. Hey, I wonder, is Lowes still open, as it is summer, and check my phone? No, it is not. How about Home Depot? Well, guess what: it’s open to 10 pm. That’s great, and off I go. Who knows, maybe I can talk to someone there who has some idea about this ridiculous problem.
(I should mention before all this I had searched Youtube for a solution, but no videos even addressed the problem – that’s how fluxmoiguating my situation was.)
I wander down the aisle with bolts, nuts and washers and hope to find a washer that is tight to the bolt and can hold it up long enough for me to mount the toilet. Of course, for some improbable reason, I cannot find such a washer. There are all sorts of bolts and all sorts of washer, and all sorts of everything, but nothing that works for me.
I manage to find the aisle that has toilet hardware, and stand there just looking at this and that item, saying that won’t help and this is not even remotely useful, when I see some small bags of toilet hardware items and move the pieces of one bag around in my hand so I can examine each one, and I see a piece that might – just might – solve my problem. It is a round plastic item designed to hold a bolt upright.
That’s it, I think. Of course, there’s a lot of other items in the bag that I also have to buy, but that’s the cost of a solution for all the bottoms (especially female ones) in my house. A small price, in the scheme of things.
I buy it. Next day, I try it. It works! My bolts are now sitting upright, ready for the toilet to be placed on them and screwed down. We are getting someplace.
After that, it’s all easy. Takes hardly any time. Piece by piece is taken from its protective plastic cover, nuts are screwed tight so the bowl and toilet are now one unit, water supply pipes are attached, and we are good. I flush, and it flushes.
The balloons don’t fall, but we have another victory.
As a last step, I unbox the toilet seat and get a screwdriver to bolt it to the toilet. All is good until I realize – in wonderment as I examine both the toilet and it’s toilet seat – that the two don’t match. To an impartial observer, it would appear that the two are incompatible. This can’t be, so I look at everything again and for the life of me, I can’t see how the seat could ever be mounted on the toilet.
The fluxmoiguate is rising again.
Ok, I break down and get the directions. That will solve it. Amazingly, the directions show a different style of toilet seat entirely – it doesn’t look anything like the seat that was shipped to me.
I am glad that I have the gospel, because my fluxmoiguate is in the red zone, but I can be reconciled to this toilet seat conundrum so the gaskets in my brain don’t blow, and, hey, we will find some way, I’m sure.
I ask my mechanical teenager, who is my go-to in situations like this: can he figure it out? A lot of times he looks at my problem for a minute and then just fixes it, where I had agonized over it for 20 minutes with no solution. That’s why it’s always good to have at least one offspring that is mechanical by nature.
He is stumped too, and now I know that something has gone awry in the universe. The nerve, the negligence: to ship the wrong toilet seat to all us DIY nubies, who watch all these Youtube videos where all the toilet seats fit with just a few bolts and nuts.
This toilet seat installation is now turning into an adventure, and the fact is that with no toilet seat, more than half of the people on this planet (54% to be exact) cannot use this toilet. I suspect the peanut gallery will begin to get restive regarding this, and I improvise: I take the toilet seat off the old toilet and put it on the new one. Not an elegant solution, as the old one kinda fits, kinda’ doesn’t, but it keeps any overt criticism to a minimal level.
Now, about the toilet seat: I take it into Lowes and explain to the attendant in the Bath department and show him the instructions and the actual toilet seat, and he asks if I got it mixed up and, no, I don’t have like 10 toilet seats in my garage that I got the new one mixed up with. I just don’t have toilet seats laying around; this toilet seat came from the box, and it is the wrong one.
To Lowe’s credit, they gave me a new one, and I went home a happy customer.
At home I am also happy, because the new toilet seat fits on the new toilet, and what can be better, I ask?
What can we learn from all this. I’m not sure. Keep your cool and don’t get too fluxmoiguated, and it will all work out. Keep it up, and you’ll be doing your ownYoutube videos, where everything works out perfectly.