Drinking Beer & Building Shit: Donkey Shelters
First, a warning: Sad farm shit ahead. About this time last year, I walked out to the barn one morning and found the older of
First, a warning: Sad farm shit ahead. About this time last year, I walked out to the barn one morning and found the older of
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,
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
Before we begin this riveting tale, let me paint a picture of the current state of my hands: The best that can be said is
Back when I had a crazy moment and decided to adopt my boys it was essentially the middle of winter and I had a.) a
So here’s a lesson I learned in the last week: I am never going out in public again without a five-gallon bucket of hand-sanitizer and
Here’s a little look at life on the farm these days. During the week, farm chores start before the sun comes up, but on the
The scene Friday afternoon as Bubs waits for his new friends to arrive… Matt, from the Humane Society of Huron Valley, was remarkable throughout this
I’m talking to one of my friends on the phone last night, and she ends the call by saying, “Hope everything works out okay with
So, this is Day One of a four-day weekend at the Liberty House. A mini-vacation that I originally intended to use to loll about the
I mentioned on Monday that this week is the one-year anniversary of the most unexpectedly crazy-awesome thing I’ve ever done. Here’s how I intended to
Even though the kitchen at the Liberty House is mostly functioning, it has still taken me a few months to get my waste management routine
In yet another example of why this property called to me the minute I saw it: Yes, it came with its very own donkey barn.
My time frame for moving out of the Memorial House and on to the next project has always been roughly around the end of October,
Unlike most mothers who got breakfast in bed or a day at the spa, my mother came over to the house on Sunday and was
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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