As Meggie June is getting ready to leave her first home she and Brandon have owned, it makes me thankful that I have experienced owning a home too. Meggie, people just don't know what it's like!
I love my two-story, red-doored house. I love the lillies that come up in the front in the spring and the red mulch around the back lawn. I love sitting on the back porch watching the sunset over the Colorado Rocky Mountains. I love getting cozy on my sofa on a gloomy Colorado day watching television with my hubby. I love painting rooms or changing something if i want to.
Of all the things I love, there are drawbacks as well. When my 6-year-old fridge broke, I couldn't just call the super...no, no. I had to shell out the big bucks for a new one and quick so $200 worth of meat, milk and veggies didn't go to waste.
When the shower in the master bathroom kept dripping and dripping to the point it was a steady stream even when turned off, I had two options: Pay a plumber an insane amount of money or google the problem and fix it myself. I chose option number 2. Six hours and $57 dollars later, the hubby and I had fixed it. In the meantime we also switched out the ugly, clear, plastic ball handle with a more modern metal streamlined handle. Sassy, eh?
And finally, I wake up one morning, go to the bathroom and realize there's barely any water in the toilet bowl. Since I get up at 5:00 in the morning to get to work by 8:00, I figured I'd deal with it later. For the next two weeks, the water in the bowl is barely there at all. It took Google and incredible powers of observation to figure out the problem.
(And by powers of observation, I mean flushing the master bath toilet and watching what happens in the tank. Then I run to the guest bath, take the top off, flush it, and watch what happens in the tank. "What is different?" I say to myself.) Of course the whole time I'm running back and forth my cats think I'm playing a game and my husband thinks I'm crazy.
But never fear dear friends, as of last night, the problem is fixed! All it took was a $6 plastic washer to block the water from coming out the top of the ballcock. And no, I didn't make that up. It's called a ballcock and it regulates the water coming into the tank.
Maybe I should become a plumber or a carpenter. I seem to be quite handy :) All I need is a pink toolbelt!