… there was sawing and sanding and painting non-stop;
Tools were lined up on the bench in a row,
As a girl in her bare feet ran back to and fro;
She dreamed of night snuggled up in her bed,
But stayed up and got covered in sawdust instead;
The brooms were lined up on the bench one by one,
At midnight it started to look like great fun;
Then her focus got bad, and so did her rhyming,
And the work was only half done, so much for good timing.
To be continued…
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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very nice, all the way around…
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