I’ll do a nice long post about fixing the place up later, once work on the house has been done. BUT! I can’t resist sharing some photos of the work that’s already happened. (Click to embiggen.) We put in a pad of compacted road base and decomposed granite for the horses. The soil here is […]
Category Archives: True Stories
The Year of the Move, Pt. 4
So. I’m a little less poor and a little less plump and a little less rested, and I’m alive. I’ve recalibrated my scale of suffering. I’ve officially lost the only home I’ve ever had. More of my belongings are in storage than are with me. I have a dwelling, but not a home. Where the […]
The Year of the Move, Pt. 3
(Content Warning: The following post discusses mental health issues, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts and actions, including experiences of such by young children. Please consider your own mental health when deciding whether or not to read on.) Last time, I summed up death, lies, outrageous lies, and taxes, the great inevitabilities of my life. I even […]
MacGyver Approves This Story
Let me tell you a story. It’s called “I Never Asked to Be MacGyver!” Yesterday, among other things, my father and I went to pick up materials for hooking up my travel trailer for moving to the new place. Also, we hauled up a dump trailer full of fruit trees. Long story short, though, at […]
The Year of the Move, Pt. 2
Last time, I told you a little about the situation that got us into the mess that would be 2013. I’ve had the bomb dropped on me that I will be moving before the year is out, voluntarily or otherwise, and I will have very little choice but to go wherever I am told. It […]