Happiness. It's relative.
I painted my kitchen cabinets a dozen times. Unscrewed the doors and put them on sawhorses in the backyard and painted them an even more time-choked green than they’d been painted before. And then I lined up the hinges and screwed everything back together.… Continue Reading “Hand Me that Paintbrush”
I really thought at my age I would know how to do more things. My parents could do anything. My dad built a house, starting with getting a team of horses and some kind of shovel thing to dig out a basement. That is… Continue Reading “It’s Not All about Genes: DIY”
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