There’s nothing like a short “vacation” from my day-job to remind me just how many bruises, scrapes, scratches, splinters, and puncture wounds that a person
People say that having chickens is a slippery slope. Like you get “just a couple chickens” and then one day you’re going to lose your
You know what my workshop needs? A hammock. I’m obsessed with hammocks lately and it might be because I’m so effing busy that I barely
The workshop is one of those areas on the property that has been driving me nuts for the better part of the year, because it
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
For as much as I cook things that include copious amounts of garlic, oddly, it never occurred to me that I could plant and harvest
So, I built a thing. Inside my actual house. This hasn’t happened recently because ever since the snow thawed (yeah, I’m still talking about The
Most of the time I like to hole up on the farm like a hermit in all of the hours that I’m not at my
I suspect it comes as no surprise to anyone when I say that I’m a little Jekyll-and-Hyde-ish. (Often leaning heavily towards Hyde.) Let me just
I went in to my “vacation” week just barely holding on to all of the details of my life … all of the details– sleep,
Through all of the snow, and plowing, and shoveling, and the general freezing-off of our collective ass this Winter, everyone on the farm dreamed of
It turns out there are a lot of theories on when to move young chickens in to an established flock. Some say you’ll know when
It’s weird, but in general I expect that people who are “list makers” have your typical Type A personality. They make lists. They check shit
Let me tell you something. If there is an easy way to learn things that are totally beyond your current realm of expertise, that shit
I can think of a few dozen DIY projects that have ended with, “Huh. Why the hell did I wait so long to do this?”
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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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