NanD said:
Happy to say I fixed it. I found the problem was that once I had tied a twist tie on the back of the stick behind the handle that goes through the upright piece holding the flapper. ( it had come out before so when you pressed on the handle nothing happened). The twist tie fell off and was keeping the flapper open.
Sent from my SAMSUNG-SM-G930A using Tapatalk
So glad you got it fixed. Toilet is one of those things I can never figure out how to fix so its either get husband to figure out, or call a plumber. Before in apartment I called maintenance.
For us here is just the 2 in the house. My husband has been working from home last 2 weeks and its been interesting.
. I am at least glad he has his own room now in the house and not just a desk in a corner of the loft he used to have at the old apartment. that way he can properly work and have that routine. I do not disturb him and if he needs something, he'll get it. Tries to keep same hours but now minus the often long 50 minute one way drive to work.
For me, I thought I could read ALL THE DARN BOOKS finally. But I keep drifting off, worrying about this or that. Hunting down TP, trying to catch a slot of curbside or amazon fresh delivery. I am not going out anywhere. I spend time finding and ordering home made masks at etsy, as I do not sew. I don't even know if I have a needle in the house. Not my skill.
I say anyone that has the skill, get your butt in gear, get the parts and go on Etsy. I ordered masks from Korea, Bulgaria and Ukraine because of lack of US based. They either sold out are so swarmed with orders its a long time coming. I am getting some for a couple of my neighbors also so that is why I am ordering different places.
I am spending lots more time talking to my mother in Germany. She is in kind of a hot zone of cases there in Bavaria. Most of their deaths have been in that area. My parents are out on their own now. My brother and sister are not allowed to visit anymore, none of the grandkids. They wave from the gate and drop stuff off. She still goes to the next town once a week for food. They live in the boonies, very small village. I worry for them. My father is 80 and my mom 76. I haven't seen them in a very very long time. My brother just died recently of cancer and they are still grieving.
So I sit often trying to read, with lots of tea. But I stare out my window more often than not. I think today I finally got some nice reading sessions in. Instead of my mind drifting off.
I also do a lot of walking around my property. Look at my plants, flowers, gardening. It feels surreal sometimes. News are scary and I am feeling it affecting me. I turn to books that are not too dark and watching some reliable TV shows in evening.
My fridge is stocked and its helping mentally. But I keep thinking about thinking. If you know what I mean. I am a worry wart normally and I need to have plans. I made a inventory of my fridge, freezer, pantry. A bit OCD, but it helps keep me calm.
Unfortunately, all the things I should be doing, I am not. Weird how that goes.