On the Art of Not Living a Careful Life
I started off the year by writing about measuring sticks. The metaphorical kind, not actual tape measures (although I’ve written plenty about those too.) And
I started off the year by writing about measuring sticks. The metaphorical kind, not actual tape measures (although I’ve written plenty about those too.) And
Well, shit. That’s about the only articulate thing I can say about 2020. To be fair, I’m out of practice. However, I’d also guess I’m
Even before I knew how to name it (or identify it) one of the core principles of my life was always to follow my energy.
Yeah. That’s all I have to say about the 22 hours of counter-installation I did this past weekend. Holy. Shit. Looking back on it, it’s
As a person who spent a fair number of years living in far more tropical climates, and then willingly and happily decided to move back
Here’s a thing you might not know about farm animals… they love to help. Seriously. Well, technically they love treats, but when you’re a chicken
Listen, just ’cause I drank one bottle of wine and sang a Christmas carol about my power tools does not mean we’re done talking about
Saying “some days I’m all over the place” is like saying “I have a couple of tools in my garage”: an epic understatement. This website
No. Not property to build my Hillside Cottage on, but an actual house. A 150 year old brick farmhouse, to be exact. With one bigass
Back when the temperature was above freezing and we weren’t buried under a foot of snow, MysteryMan had a bunch of friends over to Memorial
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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