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.
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
There are a lot of times when I start a big project on my own and then at some point–usually when I find myself wedged
I’m trying really hard right now to write this posts without using excessive exclamation points. It’s a struggle because one of my coworkers recently sent
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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