When I came home from work I replaced the valve mechanism inside one of our toilets. The valve was broken and water was occasionally dripping from the top of the unit. A constant drip would echo through the house, especially at night. This task posed no great challenge except that my wife had just put one of those dye tablets in the tank. I had to get all that out before I could get the water out. Anyhow, I traded everything out and it worked exactly like it was supposed to without a single drip inside or out.
As I was sleeping later that night, my wife told me that I the water wouldn’t shut off in the kitchen. I could hear the water running, so I woke up and turned off the water at the main, to keep the water from running all night. When I woke up, it occurred to me that the rubber seals likely had been cut or were not working in some way. I took the faucet apart, replaced the faulty parts, put everything back together, turned on the water, and everything worked fine.
This really isn’t worth writing. However, I always feel very good when I do a pluming project. I spent lots of time watching my Dad fix pipes. I’m not close to as talented as he was. But every time I undertake a project like this…even a simple project… I feel a certain family pride. I feel that my Dad knows and is happy. It’s odd, but these minor events that make me think about my Dad always makes me happy to have been his son, and sad that he’s no longer with us.
Not my best post…but really what was on my mind as we approach Father’s Day.
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