Not much has happened agriculturally since yesterday. I fussed and fussed with the darn master bedroom toilet, but only made it worse. Now, we will just have to use the guest toilet until we can get a plumber to look at it. I confess that I have no idea what is wrong with it. It used to leak around the bolts, so I replaced those. It was holding water, but when I flushed it, water would gush from between the tank and where the tank meets the seat. I took it off for the 12th time and put the old seal back, thinking that maybe the new seal didn’t fit. No luck. I guess it just didn’t seat correctly. In thinking about it, I might try again. However, in all my messing with it the tank fell off the counter and it has a hairline crack. There may be something that will seal it, so I’ll have to look on line.
Tomorrow will finally be a ranching day. Those are fewer and further between and I grow frustrated at my inability to do the thing that I came here to do. I will enjoy tomorrow as much as I can.
Today, I am still watching “The Patriot”, but I brought in some reenacting weapons to help them understand how the technology worked. That’s an attention getter. It’s also been interesting walking around in the discipline problem school with a rifle and pistol.