Another Trip Around The Sun
So, here’s a funny thing about this website. I’ve been keeping it updated in some form or another since December of 2004… I’m getting dangerously
So, here’s a funny thing about this website. I’ve been keeping it updated in some form or another since December of 2004… I’m getting dangerously
Hey, look, I took a break from shoveling dirt and whining about the weather to actually build something… This thing is not actually supporting my
For the first time in maybe six or seven years, I’m taking a full week off of my day job. This week. Spring basically picked
I make no secret of the fact that most days I’d rather be standing on a 2×10 plank over twenty feet of open stairwell, sanding
It’s been a hard week around the farm. Quite a few of my “critical” projects– the donkey fence, cleaning out the barn, building a chicken
So, a few weeks ago I set out with the intention of building temporary housing for the Nuggets– a FEMA trailer of the poultry world,
I mean really, if there’s anything better than having a tall glass of homebrew in front of you, it’s having four small mason jars with
Well, the Liberty House is officially down half a dozen feathered chattering roomates. The girls have reached that all important transition in a chicken’s live
For the last four years (and two houses) I’ve had dreams of a glorious vegetable garden. Raised beds, gravel paths, trellises and fences. You’ll note
Typing is a bit difficult for me at the moment for reasons that will become clear about half way through this post (on a scale
It feels kind of like for the last month or two I’ve been waiting desperately for a train to come, and just when it appeared
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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