Drinking Beer & Building Shit: Donkey Shelters
First, a warning: Sad farm shit ahead. About this time last year, I walked out to the barn one morning and found the older of
First, a warning: Sad farm shit ahead. About this time last year, I walked out to the barn one morning and found the older of
If there ever was a summer in my life that I’d want to be on a roll with building shit, this would have been the
This thing… I’m not sure if I’ve had a single project on the farm that has brought me such varying levels of joy, frustration, and
The only appropriate way to follow that title is this: Hell. Yes. The last weeks of 2018 were nothing short of a gift. An incredible
Okay, listen, to be fair, it’s a mostly finished window seat. And at this exact moment in time–the moment where I’m on a roll building
I spent the better part of last year trying to convince myself not to build a climbing wall out in my barn, and then in
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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