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
This week one of my dearest friends– a girl who has stuck by me on my crazy DIY journey since the day she helped me
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,
This morning I woke up with my face smashed up against something unyeilding that clearly wasn’t my pillow. And of all the exciting ways a
These are the type of posts that I like to start with a litany of injuries, just to set context: strained shoulder, moderately-bloody forearm gash,
This may be the single most beautiful Fall I’ve ever spent on the farm. Which now number, ah, two. But still… Beautiful. I took full
Tuesday, when I got home from work, I found this… Really, donkey? Outside of the fence… napping. It’s like he’s just doing it on principle
Yesterday, I’m at work, an hour away from the farm, and I get call that goes a little something like this: Kit, this is your
Today was the first real test of my ability to handle the harsh realities of farm life. I’ll admit, there’s a large part of me
When people visit the Liberty House for the first time, I have a hard time describing just how, ah, different the living room used to
I wouldn’t be surprised if, over the last four months, you forgot that I have an actual house with actual rooms in it instead of
These days, the air around the farm is crisp and cool. It smells like ripe apples and woodsmoke. Before I started buying houses and tearing
Did you guys know that last Thursday was National Talk Like a Pirate Day? Yes, that’s an actual thing, and it has come and gone,
Just to give you an idea of how my week is going: This morning I did something strange and actually decided to eat breakfast. I
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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