After a long and I'm sure depressing wait, my highly anticipated return has finally arrived. Huzzah. The summer was all too short, but also more fulfilling than I could have imagined. I'm sure that eventually I'll get around to discussing it a bit...but not now.
Instead, I'll regail my readers with a personal anecdote:
I fixed a toilet today. For months now, it had been plagued with a rather serious water hammer (look it up), and I finally got around to fixing it. Normally I reserve such deeds for my more mechanically inclined brother, but I was getting really tired of not being able to use my own toilet. It's the little luxeries in life that truly make it precious. To not even possess a choice in regards to crapping feels alarmingly restrictive. Every time I shat I felt like I was in Soviet Russia. So eventually, enough became too much and I resolved to fix the damn thing myself; so I did. I replaced the entire ballcock (my word of the month by the way) and now it works fine.
In the grand scheme of things, it's not a big deal to fix a toilet. Mechanically speaking, it's not exactly on par with trying to readjust the Hubble telescope; a simple device for a simple act I suppose. The point is that I fixed it. I did. Totally by myself. there is a real sense of satisfaction in that, especially since I do not fit the archetypal role of Handyman. I really enjoyed the feeling of satisfaction from the act.
Where does the root of happiness lie? For me, it lies in the terlit.
Glad to be back, America!
Next time: What has fur, big feet, and breaks my heart?
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