I don't know if it is ridiculous but the whole ordeal feels ludicrous. Basically, we've moved into a house that had been previously flipped. I am not sure who the previous owners were, but they absolutely used their yard as a trash can. We found an entire mattress hidden beneath a large pile of brush. The ridiculous part is our futile attempt to clean up all the glass! I think the only way to get rid of it all would be to dig up all the grass and replace it, but we are renting and I am not upgrading the home for them, so we've just been slowly picking it all up as we find it.

I've been most of the way though the planning stages of a new desk, 3D printing cabinet, and air filtration system now for 6 months.

I'm close, I can feel it.

The Toilet From The Deepest Pit of Hell.

…or maybe I should call it The Toilet of Theseus.

I’ve replaced so many parts, solved so many leaks, reseated the tank, yada yada yada. It broke again, this time the lever arm. Off to the hardware store again, looking for an indestructible lever arm. Sheesh.

I’m just about ready to get a big bucket and some sawdust and slap a seat on it and call it good!

We went a bit mad.

Moved into a bungalow in 2007. Lovely location; ugly, cold, poorly-extended, horrible house. Last December, after years of talking about it, we knocked it down. Right now the replacement house is being built, estimated to be finished at the end of August.

Looking forward to moving back in!