Warmer Already
I left the house at 8:30 with no insulators in sight, and came back at 1:00 PM to see this much warmer and more air-tight
I left the house at 8:30 with no insulators in sight, and came back at 1:00 PM to see this much warmer and more air-tight
If you thought that we couldn’t find one more spot to dig a hole, pile some dirt, or make a general mess out of our
The fact that we’ve been living in a garage in the middle of cornfields for the last six months means that a.) I’m getting pretty
So, what I’m saying is… Palmolive probably isn’t going to be calling me to be a hand-model any time soon. Unless I’m the grizzly “before”
Needless to say, I do a lot of “working on houses” but this is the first time it’s been sponsored by my Actual Real Job,
Maybe you thought that sometime I would have something to talk about other than “rooms that contain a toilet”. Like drills, right? I used to
Just what goes on the wall in a man-cave bathroom? Ah, the number of sleepless nights I’ve spent pondering that question. As you might have
I’ve mentioned before that I’m well in the throes of picking the fixtures, flooring, and other materials for both of the bathrooms in the house
I mentioned sometime last week that there was definitely not enough excitement going on around here, and that’s because I didn’t know I was going
What with living in a garage, building a house, chasing the donkeys around, having to light a fire every time we want to cook food,
The most exciting thing I ever saw in the city was a pair of flying squirrels partying in the trees of my front yard late
We’ve owned this house for three years now, which is to say a Wheat Year… A Corn Year… And a Bean Year… I could spend
We’re entering another one of those “sit back an wait for materials and/or while professionals do the work on our house” phases of construction. With
My good friend E and I started a Fourth of July tradition last year: Opening the shutter on the Nikon and playing with sparklers. As
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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