Adventures is Toilet Repair 2

Once the wax seal was in place, the johnny bolts were sercured (with enough patience I was finally able to find the right combination of bolt angle and bracket position that allowed me to secure the toilet appropriately), the base was caulked, and the water supply was reopened it was time for the moment of truth, the maintenance man's meeting with St. Paul, if you will. The depression of the handle would be the ultimate test of the job and it was indeed a pivotal moment in my burgeoning career as Mr. Whippo, homeowner, landlord. Another tsunami gushing forth would have done much in effectively crushing my confidence and, perhaps more significantly, draining my pocket book. Standing there with my left pointer finger on the handle, listening for the telltale sounds that would alert me to when the basin was full, I felt like the Enola Gay bombadeer having just recieved orders from headquarters to deliver the nuclear payload (e.g. increased heartrate, general spikes in physiological activity, etc..). With the depression of the handle I would be setting into motion a sequence of events that couldn't be taken back and that would either: a)verify my status as an able handyman or; b) verify my status as a worthless dilletante. Following the handle depression the bowl-water began it's characteristic whirlpool action and all the sounds issuing forth from it were pretty standard ones and as the bowl became more and more empty concluding with that gurgle that marks the transition from bowl emptying to bowl refilling, the floor was dry!! Success!! And I lived with this delusion for a couple days, reality coming back into play after noticing the fact that water still collected, this time not from the toilet's base but from some other source. It took a brief amount of exploration (Never have I been so intimate, so salicious, with the unit responsible for swallowing my wastes, so gentle, perceptively caressing it in search of the wet spot(s), close enough to really appreciate it's aqueous scent, seductively teasing it's rim with my stubbled chin....) to figure out that the bolts connecting the basin to the bowl were thoroughly rusted (the gaskets inside the basin having long since hardened) and that here was the source of this secondary leak. Anothe simple fix that required a hack saw and Sawzall as the nuts were thoroughly fused to the bolts. The floor remains dry.
That's all I gotta say about that...