Cat Mad Crochet

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If you only read one of my blog posts, make it this one. This one is the only one that might save you money on your water bill and save you from potential damage to your house. The rest are just me ranting about things. This one is actually useful.

There is no such thing as a ghost toilet. I repeat, no such thing!  

I know, because I argued it too, that you know there are ghost toilets because you have heard them. You have not. You have likely heard a bad flapper valve. I understand that ghosts seem more plausible than whatever a flapper valve is, but it’s true. 

For years we had a ghost toilet. It was a joke between my daughters and me. Our poor ghost had horrible stomach issues and used the toilet quite a bit. We laughed it off and moved on. Those silly ghosts!  Of course they have stomach issues after a big meal, you know, since they don’t have stomachs?  

Now before you assume we’re really weird and uninformed, which we are but it’s irrelevant, I discussed the ghost toilet with a friend who grew up with a haunted toilet. She was also shocked they are not real. I think many people live with ghostly toilet visitors. It’s just normal. 

My husband, in an attempt to figure out why our water bill just kept climbing, called the water company and learned that we have a consistent, intermittent leak. I assume this means something in the house regularly leaks but only sometimes. He asked us if we noticed any leaks. Nope. Did we notice dripping faucets? (You see, he knows he has to be very specific for the mechanically disinclined.). Nope. How about toilets that run?

Enter the ghost toilet. 

To my husband’s great credit, he remained utterly unmoved and quietly asked us to elaborate on the ghost toilets. With the certainty of fools, we gleefully told him all about our poor resident ghost and his years of tummy troubles. 

And that’s when we learned that ghost toilets are not real. It’s a leak, in our case a bad flapper valve. The valve has been replaced and the ghost has moved on. 

If he gets to your house, you might want to check for leaks. But don’t tell him he isn’t real. I think it would hurt his feelings. He has enough to deal with given his stomach and all.

The projects continue. I’m almost ready to add a new ball of yarn to Hannah’s shawl. That will be the last one before the border, so go me. Adia’s stripy shawlette might be done by next week. The rows are quite short now as I work my way toward the other point. Well, sort of point. Let’s call it a very short end near where the point would be if I had wanted it to have a point, but I didn’t, so it doesn’t have one.

May the time ahead fill you with less existential exhaustion than what now passes as normal.