We make mistakes, we are human. For example, the mustard colored paint in the tiny upstairs bathroom.
That’s nothing. See that shelf behind Teresa’s head?
All of that, ALL of that, got knocked into the commode a few months after this picture was taken. There was no flush- however SOMEthing must have made it partially into the toilet, because although I took the toilet up from the floor and snaked it in both directions, and tested the drainpipe, There’s a problem.
It still flushes, but there’s just no enthusiasm about it. My theory is that there is something narrow wedged sideways, somewhere in the toilet’s trap. Next time I upgrade my cellphone, maybe I will send the old one on a reconnaissance mission. Stay tuned!
: I guess it finally processed whatever the problem was, probably when the septic tank people came out here with their earthquake machine last summer.