Well, That’s Different
After a number of years with just exposed OSB subfloor (and a couple of rugs) as the flooring in my kitchen… It now has (part of) a floor. Do not be fooled by that picture. It is still mostly this… I have
Drinking Beer & Building Shit: Donkey Shelters
First, a warning: Sad farm shit ahead. About this time last year, I walked out to the barn one morning and found the older of my two donkeys, Doc, laying unresponsive on the ground. He was alive, but barely. The vet lives
On the Art of Not Living a Careful Life
I started off the year by writing about measuring sticks. The metaphorical kind, not actual tape measures (although I’ve written plenty about those too.) And while I used bodies and physical aesthetics as an example, that is really just one of many
On Kicking Ass and Using the Right Measuring Stick
Not only is it that time of year again (the one where we reflect on all the things we’ve done, and all the things we hope to do, while simultaneously being bombarded with “new year, new you” messaging, which is all just
The Lake House: A 2020 Update
If there’s a satisfying update to be had this year, it’s most likely because my mom has been making a lot of progress updating the Lake House, almost entirely without my help. I did build the deck stairs, and one time wedged
No, My Kitchen Doesn’t Have a Floor (And Other True Stories)
I’ve had bare subfloor in my kitchen since one day back in 2015 when I was definitely not starting my kitchen renovation, but also happened to have a dumpster and my house and was probably drinking beer and decided to indulge in
Drinking Beer & Building Shit: The Deck Stairs
If there ever was a summer in my life that I’d want to be on a roll with building shit, this would have been the one, obviously. Was I? Absolutely not. I’ve never been able to fully articulate the difference between when
These Strange Times
This was meant to be a post about the kitchen projects I worked on during the early days of quarantine. (I know, I know, you’re mostly here for the kitchen.) Look, I did do some shit… But it is almost impossible to
Kick Ass or Die
Well, shit. That’s about the only articulate thing I can say about 2020. To be fair, I’m out of practice. However, I’d also guess I’m not the only person stuck in the space between “there are a lot of things that should
Endings and Beginnings
Even before I knew how to name it (or identify it) one of the core principles of my life was always to follow my energy. I used to say that I was a jack of all trades, or that I had a
Garden Upgrades 2019, Part 2
Let me start by saying that I have had mixed feelings about my veggie garden, pretty much since I put the first beds in six years ago. Because, first of all, this was not supposed to be a six year project. Also,
The Greenhouse Returns
This thing… I’m not sure if I’ve had a single project on the farm that has brought me such varying levels of joy, frustration, and what the actual fuck. (That was the “what the actual fuck” part, in case that was unclear.)
Garden Upgrades 2019, Part 1
Last year I used the word “manageable” to describe spring on the farm, and, I mean… that’s hilarious. I didn’t know that was even an adjective that existed in my vocabulary related to spring on the farm. But, to be fair, I
Lake House: Winter Work and Spring Plans
Remember how I was on a cabinet building kick a few months ago? My energy level–and that magical ability to knock together a cabinet on a whim using nothing but some scrap wood and a bottle of wine–came to an abrupt halt
Victory Lap: Year Seven
Can I just start by saying, holy shit… year seven? I mean, what the hell have I been doing for the last seven years? (Besides digging post holes, because… obviously.) Here’s what’s crazy about that. 1.) I am way older than I realized.
A Girl and her Tent
Well, technically, it’s really a girl, her tent, and another 30 lbs of gear strapped to her back (while she hikes up a mountain) but who’s counting, really? (Uh. I am, you guys. I am counting Every. Single. Ounce. in that pack,
Drinking Beer & Building Shit: Donkey Shelters
First, a warning: Sad farm shit ahead. About this time last year, I walked out to the barn one morning and found the older of my two donkeys, Doc, laying unresponsive on the ground. He was alive, but barely. The vet lives
On the Art of Not Living a Careful Life
I started off the year by writing about measuring sticks. The metaphorical kind, not actual tape measures (although I’ve written plenty about those too.) And while I used bodies and physical aesthetics as an example, that is really just one of many
On Kicking Ass and Using the Right Measuring Stick
Not only is it that time of year again (the one where we reflect on all the things we’ve done, and all the things we hope to do, while simultaneously being bombarded with “new year, new you” messaging, which is all just
The Lake House: A 2020 Update
If there’s a satisfying update to be had this year, it’s most likely because my mom has been making a lot of progress updating the Lake House, almost entirely without my help. I did build the deck stairs, and one time wedged
No, My Kitchen Doesn’t Have a Floor (And Other True Stories)
I’ve had bare subfloor in my kitchen since one day back in 2015 when I was definitely not starting my kitchen renovation, but also happened to have a dumpster and my house and was probably drinking beer and decided to indulge in
Drinking Beer & Building Shit: The Deck Stairs
If there ever was a summer in my life that I’d want to be on a roll with building shit, this would have been the one, obviously. Was I? Absolutely not. I’ve never been able to fully articulate the difference between when
These Strange Times
This was meant to be a post about the kitchen projects I worked on during the early days of quarantine. (I know, I know, you’re mostly here for the kitchen.) Look, I did do some shit… But it is almost impossible to
Kick Ass or Die
Well, shit. That’s about the only articulate thing I can say about 2020. To be fair, I’m out of practice. However, I’d also guess I’m not the only person stuck in the space between “there are a lot of things that should
Endings and Beginnings
Even before I knew how to name it (or identify it) one of the core principles of my life was always to follow my energy. I used to say that I was a jack of all trades, or that I had a
Garden Upgrades 2019, Part 2
Let me start by saying that I have had mixed feelings about my veggie garden, pretty much since I put the first beds in six years ago. Because, first of all, this was not supposed to be a six year project. Also,
The Greenhouse Returns
This thing… I’m not sure if I’ve had a single project on the farm that has brought me such varying levels of joy, frustration, and what the actual fuck. (That was the “what the actual fuck” part, in case that was unclear.)
Garden Upgrades 2019, Part 1
Last year I used the word “manageable” to describe spring on the farm, and, I mean… that’s hilarious. I didn’t know that was even an adjective that existed in my vocabulary related to spring on the farm. But, to be fair, I
Lake House: Winter Work and Spring Plans
Remember how I was on a cabinet building kick a few months ago? My energy level–and that magical ability to knock together a cabinet on a whim using nothing but some scrap wood and a bottle of wine–came to an abrupt halt
Victory Lap: Year Seven
Can I just start by saying, holy shit… year seven? I mean, what the hell have I been doing for the last seven years? (Besides digging post holes, because… obviously.) Here’s what’s crazy about that. 1.) I am way older than I realized.
A Girl and her Tent
Well, technically, it’s really a girl, her tent, and another 30 lbs of gear strapped to her back (while she hikes up a mountain) but who’s counting, really? (Uh. I am, you guys. I am counting Every. Single. Ounce. in that pack,
