Pyrex beakers, that is. Seriously, they’ve fascinated me since I was a kid. I was just admiring my new one while washing dishes.
I’ve always tried to stress the benefits of barter in a life on the economic edge. One person’s garbage can easily be somebody else’s treasure, and even the most basic services can be traded. In a neighborhood it’s not only a money-saver, it builds a close community. 😉 And sometimes you can make out like a burglar.
I love good coffee. Landlady often ships me in whole-bean Trader Joe’s house blend, nothing fancy, just happens to be my favorite. But a few years ago it got really cold when I’d neglected to clean my french press, and the bottom broke out. Since then I’ve been using the filter cone out of my camping rig, because even a cheap coffee press is really expensive. The one a neighbor had gathering dust, which she traded to me for just a little rock-moving, is not a cheap one by any means.
So I’m all set for when Peter Boyle drops by.
Tea, must be tea, eighty cups a day!