
Upstairs Bath: Finish Work and All The Swears
Progress on the upstairs bathroom is– and this is a phrase I haven’t used in conjunction with progress around the house in a long time–

Progress on the upstairs bathroom is– and this is a phrase I haven’t used in conjunction with progress around the house in a long time–

Three years ago I had a great idea. An idea that was mostly driven by my desire to have one bathroom in this house that

When I sat down to reflect on 2017 I expected to be a little disappointed with my progress around the farm, mostly because I spent

Well, holy shit, it’s 2018. This year stared out by giving me a solid ass-kicking just so I would know who’s actually in charge around

Sometimes I wonder if there will be a point in the future where someone googles my name for something important– you know, like a potential

Up here in Michigan we had beautiful fall weather for about two weeks and then mother nature smirked and drop-kicked us right into winter, which

Listen, I know that Daylight Saving Time has been a part of my life every single year of my existence. This shit has happened to

So many weird and wonderful (and kind of unexpected) things have happened to me in the last year, not the least of which is that

Unsurprisingly, spending multiple weeks away from the farm this summer created a serious backlog of work to tackle now that I’m home. Some of that

You know, even after fourteen years of telling stories about my life (and the things I build) on the internet, I still spend an inordinate

Every spring as I’m starting work in the vegetable garden– hours upon hours spent planting seeds, weeding, building garden boxes, mulching, composting, transplanting, watering, and

Every year I go into spring with a ton of energy and a ton of projects, and I’m always convinced that energy and motivation will

Sometime late last year my dad informed me that my extended family wanted to take a vacation together this summer and that we would all

When I first considered adding a few rows of grapevines to the farm, I figured building the trellis to grow them on would be the

For so many of the early years on the farm spring was a daily, relentless battle against grass and weeds. One I almost always lost.
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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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