Walking through the door to the house to find a significant number of interior walls gone. And a big pile of rubble in the middle
It’s time to start the scariest part of the construction process, but also the most fun… DEMOLITION! If the weather holds– and it’s not supposed to,
As always, stories that end up with me demolishing the hell out of something start out with, “What happened was….” So. What happened was… I
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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