Over the weekend I received email with what may be the best subject line ever to ever come through my inbox… Makes my little heart
I was going to say that if this time last year you told me I’d be living on six acres in the middle of nowhere
The only way I can describe what it feels like inside my body after five days of hammering, hanging 10 foot sheets of barn siding,
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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