It's sitting on the floor now, but will be mounted higher up on the wall. It has a nice round hole in the middle, is nearly an inch thick, and weighs over fifty pounds. This thing could hold maybe millions of rolls of toilet paper in its useful lifetime. Not only that, we still have another four of them in our iron pile in case this one wears out.
About twenty years ago we bought over eight thousand ceramic roof tiles. When we were applying for the building permit for our new house, we were told that since we couldn’t provide all the certified vital statistics regarding strength, hardness, resistance to meteor strikes and attacks by as-yet-undiscovered tile-eating bacteria, we couldn’t use them! Our architect/builder weighed some of them and designed the walls and roof understructure to hold the weight. But we ended up using much lighter metal tiles instead since the county could certify reams of evidence that they were perfectly safe to use. Oh well, at least now our roof structure is too strong!
So what do we do with these now-unusable tiles? We offered them for sale on Craigslist and got a single order for a hundred bucks’ worth. Right now I am using some of them as rain catchers below the drip edge of the garage roof.
Works like a charm; no erosion, no mud splashing on the walls. And if one of our horses stomps on them, we have over seven thousand nine hundred and fifty free replacements!
Karla had a favorite pebble she picked up somewhere around here. As we were building the house, it was always lying around on our kitchen counter. When I started setting tile on the countertop, one of the tiles had a little flaw that I took advantage of—I turned its flaw into a perfectly-sized hole for her pebble.
Now we have a nice tile countertop and her pebble is free to play with whenever we want.
There’s more. For example we turned a fallen oak tree into—gasp—firewood! I could go on but you’re probably already exhausted by this unfettered-genius brilliance.