I have this love/hate relationship with school. I don’t love sitting in classrooms, but I don’t seem to be able to stop myself from going
I might have mentioned before that I’m a horrible daughter who has been absorbed in building her own house for a year. About the time
I have a long history of hauling the hundred-and-fifty pound air compressor around behind me as I try to hang window trim, door trim, and
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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