Well Hello, 2016
I love the philosophical side of starting a new year. Blank slate, new list of things to tackle, the holidays usually give me a little
I love the philosophical side of starting a new year. Blank slate, new list of things to tackle, the holidays usually give me a little
Here’s something I’ve never said before: 2015 was the best year yet. Yeah. True story. The fun thing about having eleven whole years of my life documented on
Whoa, hey, Christmas came and went in the blink of an eye this year, and I barely had enough time to force the donkeys to dress
You might have been wondering if I do anything other than talking about all kinds of philosophical and intense shit these days, which… fair. The
This post started off as a Facebook update… At first I was going to make a quick comment about something that happened to me at
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
Intellectually I understand that the end of the growing season is just a part of the natural cycle of things around here. I lived in
It’s likely that this will be my last beekeeping post of the year, and can I just say… right after randomly adopting some donkeys, and
I’m walking a line here between really wanting to sit down and write about things going on around the farm. Things like prepping the garden
Okay. So. There’s been enough going on around here that I can barely wrap my arms around it all, much less tell a coherent story
Just to paint a picture of my morning this morning: The day actually started at 2AM when my cat decided to use my face as
Should I keep you in suspense here? No? Okay, well LOOK WHAT HAPPENED LAST WEEK. That, my friends, is a bath. In my house. It’s
So, before you skip ahead and watch this video without any context (you’re going to anyway, aren’t you? Yeah, fuck it, I would too…) Well, if
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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