One Step at a Time: Refinishing Continues
Spending some quality time sitting on the basement steps waxing philosophic about life and/or paintchips has become a part of my daily routine over the
Spending some quality time sitting on the basement steps waxing philosophic about life and/or paintchips has become a part of my daily routine over the
Granted, I have burns on two of them, and twin bruises on my shins, but MysteryMan will tell you I can sustain those kinds of
(Really good advice, and free legal documents. What else could you as for?) So. People tell me there’s a right way to do things. Ladies,
Since we decided to hold off on breaking ground on the actual house, we’ve put all of our energy into turning the station into a
The Story: In the last couple of weeks a few things happened in succession which made the two of us take a long hard look
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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