Well, That’s Different
After a number of years with just exposed OSB subfloor (and a couple of rugs) as the flooring in my kitchen… It now has (part of) a floor. Do not be fooled by that picture. It is still mostly this… I have
Composting the Fancy Way
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 down. And yes, “waste management routine” is the fancy way of saying “get my shit cleared off
The Slow Eradication of Hunter Green
Now, I’ve been pretty quick to knock what– at one time in the 90’s– was my very favorite of colors. I mean, there’s something about a nice dark green that reminds me of swimming at my grandpa’s country club, and pine needles
Asserting My Personality (via Paint Colors)
I’m sure it’s difficult for all of you to imagine that growing up I was a bit of a head-strong, uh, obstinate, kid. Conversations about my childhood usually include some variation on this theme: Me: God, I was such a little shit.
Defending The Perimeter
As I mentioned in my last post, coming home to find a random chipmunk tail in the middle of your kitchen floor is something that will give you a moment’s pause. Something else that will stop you in your tracks? Seeing a
Pile Progress: Wherein I “Drive” a Tractor
Sorting the rubble pile–which early on was one of those I-don’t-know-where-to-start-much-less-believe-it-will-ever-get-done projects– has quickly become one of my favorite chores to work on around the property. First, because this is the kind of mindless manual labor I can do for hours on
Things That Make Me Shake My Head: Fence Fixin’ Edition
One of those pesky little items called out in the appraisal of the house that needed to be fixed before the bank will give me my money back was this area on the little deck off the back entry. As far as
That’s What I’m Talking About: A Little Post-Weekend Gloat Fest
Just so we’re clear right from the start, there is no point to the post other than for you to get a mental image of me throwing my arms up in the “touchdown!” position and awkwardly shaking my hips in the most
Upstairs Bath: Inspiring Another Move
The closer the upstairs bath gets to “finished” the more likely it is that the final product will convince me to do something no one has been able to force me to do in the last eight years, which is–gasp!– live on
I Hear Admitting It Is The First Step
Conversation I had with my new plumber today: Me: So how big do I need to dig that hole? Plumber: Big enough for my ass to fit in it. Me: [Reaching for tape measure] Well, hold still a minute then. On the
I (unintentionally) Bought a Zoo
After I wrote this post a couple of weeks ago, I sort of figured I’d peaked with the whole shocking-animal-experiences part of living at the Liberty House. Like, “Ha ha Universe, we got the joke here, let’s move on now.” Except the
Fake Skull, Fake Chalk, Real Toilet
Continuing with the theme of just having a ton of fun in the upstairs bathroom— no, I didn’t hit anything else with a hammer— I decided to do something completely mature… draw on the walls with a marker. First of all, you
Barn Burning: Big Progress
Before I tell you about the impressive bit of work that got done on Saturday, I have to admit something. This weekend… I fell in love. I know you’ve heard me say this before about my nailer, my drill, basically every other
Upstairs Bath: Running Water & Other Exciting Things
Despite the rocky start, I’ve made so much progress on the upstairs bath this week that it almost feels like I have a magic wand. Except instead of magic, it expels paint. So I guess what I’m describing is basically a paint
Weekend Warrior Women
It’s fair to say that I’m genetically predisposed to “working with my hands”, so to speak, a trait I inherited directly from my grandmothers that has been nurtured by the constant support and encouragement from my mother (who, it should be noted,
Hammers, Blood & Magic (so just a normal weekend, then)
This weekend was such an epic two days of progress and disasters that I don’t know if I can quite find the words to describe it. If I was going to try, though, here are a few phrases that might work: Bleeding
Composting the Fancy Way
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 down. And yes, “waste management routine” is the fancy way of saying “get my shit cleared off
The Slow Eradication of Hunter Green
Now, I’ve been pretty quick to knock what– at one time in the 90’s– was my very favorite of colors. I mean, there’s something about a nice dark green that reminds me of swimming at my grandpa’s country club, and pine needles
Asserting My Personality (via Paint Colors)
I’m sure it’s difficult for all of you to imagine that growing up I was a bit of a head-strong, uh, obstinate, kid. Conversations about my childhood usually include some variation on this theme: Me: God, I was such a little shit.
Defending The Perimeter
As I mentioned in my last post, coming home to find a random chipmunk tail in the middle of your kitchen floor is something that will give you a moment’s pause. Something else that will stop you in your tracks? Seeing a
Pile Progress: Wherein I “Drive” a Tractor
Sorting the rubble pile–which early on was one of those I-don’t-know-where-to-start-much-less-believe-it-will-ever-get-done projects– has quickly become one of my favorite chores to work on around the property. First, because this is the kind of mindless manual labor I can do for hours on
Things That Make Me Shake My Head: Fence Fixin’ Edition
One of those pesky little items called out in the appraisal of the house that needed to be fixed before the bank will give me my money back was this area on the little deck off the back entry. As far as
That’s What I’m Talking About: A Little Post-Weekend Gloat Fest
Just so we’re clear right from the start, there is no point to the post other than for you to get a mental image of me throwing my arms up in the “touchdown!” position and awkwardly shaking my hips in the most
Upstairs Bath: Inspiring Another Move
The closer the upstairs bath gets to “finished” the more likely it is that the final product will convince me to do something no one has been able to force me to do in the last eight years, which is–gasp!– live on
I Hear Admitting It Is The First Step
Conversation I had with my new plumber today: Me: So how big do I need to dig that hole? Plumber: Big enough for my ass to fit in it. Me: [Reaching for tape measure] Well, hold still a minute then. On the
I (unintentionally) Bought a Zoo
After I wrote this post a couple of weeks ago, I sort of figured I’d peaked with the whole shocking-animal-experiences part of living at the Liberty House. Like, “Ha ha Universe, we got the joke here, let’s move on now.” Except the
Fake Skull, Fake Chalk, Real Toilet
Continuing with the theme of just having a ton of fun in the upstairs bathroom— no, I didn’t hit anything else with a hammer— I decided to do something completely mature… draw on the walls with a marker. First of all, you
Barn Burning: Big Progress
Before I tell you about the impressive bit of work that got done on Saturday, I have to admit something. This weekend… I fell in love. I know you’ve heard me say this before about my nailer, my drill, basically every other
Upstairs Bath: Running Water & Other Exciting Things
Despite the rocky start, I’ve made so much progress on the upstairs bath this week that it almost feels like I have a magic wand. Except instead of magic, it expels paint. So I guess what I’m describing is basically a paint
Weekend Warrior Women
It’s fair to say that I’m genetically predisposed to “working with my hands”, so to speak, a trait I inherited directly from my grandmothers that has been nurtured by the constant support and encouragement from my mother (who, it should be noted,
Hammers, Blood & Magic (so just a normal weekend, then)
This weekend was such an epic two days of progress and disasters that I don’t know if I can quite find the words to describe it. If I was going to try, though, here are a few phrases that might work: Bleeding
