Eye level with a Canadian Goose
Alternatively titled: One of us is a Wuss. Do you want to know what this is a picture of? This is a picture of me,
Alternatively titled: One of us is a Wuss. Do you want to know what this is a picture of? This is a picture of me,
Since MysteryMan has imposted the One. Project. At. A. Time. rule in regards to the Memorial house, and I can’t verbally talk about all of
It’s been a couple of years since I did the kind of major house remodleing project that requires picking out a lot of stuff. Like
Our tour of the Memorial House starts with the living room, and its Bright. Green. Carpet. (These previous owners were no where near as bad
MysteryMan and I thought perhaps this month wasn’t challenging enough, what with both of us giving up alcohol for 30 days, one of us starting
Today I ate half of a bagel that landed cream cheese side down in construction-site dirt. I still had 3 more hours of walking up
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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