Our house, which we bought in 2012, was built in 1983. It has three bathrooms, which is nice, but none of the toilets are the low-flow kind, which is not as nice, because that means a higher water bill every month. A few days after we had moved into the house, Sean started talking about switching out the old toilets for new low-flow ones. I was on board because it would mean conserving water and a lower monthly utility bill. But he never got around to doing it. A couple of years passed, and then the subject came up again this morning.
“I’m thinking about replacing at least one of the toilets today. I might go to Ace Hardware and see if I can lift one,” old Broken Wing said. “But what would I do with the old toilet?”
“Call the Habitat for Humanity Restore,” I suggested. “Maybe they take old toilets.”
He looked up the local Restore’s phone number and called. The answer was no, they only accepted low-flow toilets.
He set the phone down and looked out the window at our back yard. “Well, you know what that means.”
I knew where this conversation was heading. We’d had this talk before.
“No,” I said. “Absolutely not. We are not going to have a toilet bowl planter in the back yard.”
“Okay, then. So that’s a yes on a toilet bowl planter in the front yard. Even better.”
I kept on knitting and let that one go. I wasn’t about to stop the installation of a brand new water-conserving toilet that would save me a few dollars on my utility bill.
I don’t think he’s really serious about the toilet bowl planter, but then again, you never know. This is a guy who, after that conversation, went to the hardware store, purchased a modern low-flow toilet, brought it home without any assistance, removed the old one, lugged it outside, and installed the new one himself, all with a broken elbow and essentially with the use of one hand.