I Traded a Comb for a Muncie Vase — Day 27
Car or Bust, Baby! (and you can win $200)
I got the Muncie vase. It happened almost two weeks ago, right after my last post, but unfortunately, I haven’t had time to devote to my search. This bartering is some real time and energy and WORK! I posted to craigslist — no response.
I just checked my post and it expired four days ago. So, I reposted https://post.craigslist.org/manage/7447894321
Can I turn that vase into a car?????
In case you’re out of the loop, I am trading a comb for a car, in the vein of the man who traded a red paper clip for a house, which inspired a local woman to trade a hairpin for a house. A car is a far cry from a house but, truthfully, I need a car more than a house.
Beyond the craigslist post, I have had little time to devote to working on my next trade, which is sad because my registration tags are three months past due. I don’t want to spend money on my car to pass smog.
There comes a time when you need to focus on the new rather than salvage the disintegrating parts of your life. It hurts to say. I kind of love my car.
I’ve contemplated peeling a registration sticker off another car and sticking it to my sweet old car. I know, illegal. Dangerous. Dishonest. (Dishonest to who?) I could get away with it, though.
I don’t even remember the last time I got pulled over. Oh, yes, I do. It was for an expired registration sticker several years ago.
It’s hard to carve out the time to trade a Comb for a Car. In the mornings, I’ve generally work 2.5–5.5 hours in a therapeutic support program for teens with emotional and behavioral struggles. I come home to my heartbroken daughter and give her a bunch of hugs (she’s going through stuff), and then I start on my freelance work, as well as build my new design business. In between it all, I give my girl rides all over the county.
Occasionally I get a minute with my book. It’s almost done, but it’s been almost done for two years now. My book is the best, most important thing I have ever created, besides my daughter. Yet the book must wait.
And then there’s me getting off my medication. And I wrote about that. Look for that post in the next couple days.
In the meantime, I need a cheerleader. Is my struggle worthwhile? Or am I a fucking idiot for trying to trade a Comb for a Car? Am I a too obscure and irrelevant human to make it happen?
Comb, to volleyball, to daisies, to Muncie vase. Was it just luck? Three trades from used comb to antique vase.
How many trades will it take to get a car? Make the first correct guess and win $200 (I’m serious). My guess is 15.
