There has been a slight constriction of my chest muscles regarding Winter since sometime back in August, no joke. It may seem melodramatic that a
One of the interesting things about being somewhat proficient at “building stuff” is that people naturally assume I’m also good at anything mechanical, like, say,
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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