Dirt, Wood, Steel & Smirks
Us, busy? No way. Last week I said to MysteryMan (regarding some project or another for the house), “let’s just do that in the winter
Us, busy? No way. Last week I said to MysteryMan (regarding some project or another for the house), “let’s just do that in the winter
Might as well keep with the theme for this week, and save those pictures of me, MysteryMan and his dad stuccoing over the old station
Excuse me while I go put my head between my legs and breathe into a bag for the next ten minutes. Because this house saved
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror at work today. It was the afternoon, so I’d been there nearly all day, and six
The orbital sander is doing a decent job at the stair refinishing project, but right now I’m seriously short on time, because the house is
The Summer of 2009 will always be known in our household as the Summer of Tiny Vegetables. Our corn was about 4 feet tall (and
Yesterday MysteryMan and I were working out the logistics of having a bigass piece of replacement glass delivered to the Memorial House. Apparently glass delivery
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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