While I Was Gone
The first forty-eight hours of my week were spent in climates further South. I very rarely need to travel for my day job anymore, which
The first forty-eight hours of my week were spent in climates further South. I very rarely need to travel for my day job anymore, which
As far as I can tell, the list of things it takes in order to leave the farm includes (but is not limited to): 1
This post is like a coin trick. It’s the blogging equivalent of gesturing wildly with my left hand to draw your eye away from the
I learned about the story of 1000 cranes a few months ago, and it seems like an appropriate way to start the 1000th post on
A lot of times what you read here is simply a written manifestation of shit I have done. Like, I have built a thing ->
Today is the first day in about a week that I woke up and actually felt like a human being instead of some whining, disoriented
Yesterday, while feeding the donkeys in the afternoon, this happened… When I turned the camera on for the second time, I thought the mouse might
If the first week of 2014 is any indication, this is going to be the year of How Much Shit Can You Handle At Once?
For the first four days of 2014, I didn’t leave my property even once. Not because I’m lazy, but because Mother Nature unceremoniously dumped about
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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