Victory Lap: Year Seven
Can I just start by saying, holy shit… year seven? I mean, what the hell have I been doing for the last seven years? (Besides
Can I just start by saying, holy shit… year seven? I mean, what the hell have I been doing for the last seven years? (Besides
Here’s the thing. While I like being strong, I don’t think I’ve ever walked into a day (or month, or year) and said, “You know
It only took six years, but I think I’ve finally figured out how to manage spring on the farm without completely losing my shit, and
Can you guys believe that I bought this place six years ago? That’s insane. When I started blogging (and back then blogging wasn’t even really
When I sat down to reflect on 2017 I expected to be a little disappointed with my progress around the farm, mostly because I spent
Well, holy shit, it’s 2018. This year stared out by giving me a solid ass-kicking just so I would know who’s actually in charge around
Every year I go into spring with a ton of energy and a ton of projects, and I’m always convinced that energy and motivation will
For so many of the early years on the farm spring was a daily, relentless battle against grass and weeds. One I almost always lost.
Last week marked 5 years to the day since I officially closed on this property and took my first victory lap around the farm. That inaugural
About this time last year–when I was looking back and reflecting on what I’d gotten done–I called 2015 “the best year yet.” I got so much
Today is four years to the day since I closed on this property and then immediately drove out to the house with a bottle of champagne
Turns out that yesterday was the four-year anniversary of a huge and unexpected change in my life plans. Stumbling upon this property when and how
I know we’re at the tail end of January already, but I’m still just kind of easing myself in to the new year. I’ve got
Actually, that was a lie. There are no philosophical things in this post. This is mostly just a token update about how I checked all
It’s weird, but in general I expect that people who are “list makers” have your typical Type A personality. They make lists. They check shit
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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