During the Great Migration of One-Thousand Tools that has occurred over the last several weeks, it became clear to me that this… Was lacking a
Back when I built the shelving for the closets in the Memorial House, I had this idea about building some custom doors for them that
The cat and I both agree, there’s not a whole that can compare with walking barefoot into your bathroom and feeling a toasty warm floor
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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