Screwy Things
I’m pretty confident in saying that in the last eight years of blogging, this is the first time that I’ve posted two “organization” related posts
I’m pretty confident in saying that in the last eight years of blogging, this is the first time that I’ve posted two “organization” related posts
Back when I took you all on a little video tour of the Liberty House, I might have made a smart ass comment about the
Saturday was something like the third longest day of the year and I decided to utilize every minute of it, starting with catching the sunrise
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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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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