On the Art of Not Living a Careful Life
I started off the year by writing about measuring sticks. The metaphorical kind, not actual tape measures (although I’ve written plenty about those too.) And
I started off the year by writing about measuring sticks. The metaphorical kind, not actual tape measures (although I’ve written plenty about those too.) And
Not only is it that time of year again (the one where we reflect on all the things we’ve done, and all the things we
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 was meant to be a post about the kitchen projects I worked on during the early days of quarantine. (I know, I know, you’re
Well, shit. That’s about the only articulate thing I can say about 2020. To be fair, I’m out of practice. However, I’d also guess I’m
Just before I started this post I sat down at my workbench in my office (odd in-and-of-itself because I haven’t spent more than fifteen consecutive
Let me tell you something. If there is an easy way to learn things that are totally beyond your current realm of expertise, that shit
Listen, just ’cause I drank one bottle of wine and sang a Christmas carol about my power tools does not mean we’re done talking about
Over the weekend I received email with what may be the best subject line ever to ever come through my inbox… Makes my little heart
I was going to say that if this time last year you told me I’d be living on six acres in the middle of nowhere
The only way I can describe what it feels like inside my body after five days of hammering, hanging 10 foot sheets of barn siding,
Since both the computer and I are still fighting our respective viruses– neither of which seems to be improved by the excessive application of Lysol,
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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