Oct 29 2008
The not-so-lost art of bartering
As I’ve noted elsewhere, I’m a klutz. At the same time, I enjoy doing household projects like refinishing furniture. However, there are some things better left to the professionals.
But I can’t afford a professional. Therefore, I barter for help.
This past weekend* marked the visit of my bachelor brother. In less than five hours, he put up three shelves and a hanging lamp, plus assembled a barrister bookcase that I’d been tripping over for two weeks. His payment? Lunch at Gar’s Lounge in Marine City.
Next month, one of my friends is going to paint my bathroom. He’s a bachelor and I’m stocking his freezer with pre-made (and homemade) meals.
My former college roommate M’e has offered to spend a couple of days helping me install a new kitchen floor. I will probably make her sushi… or take her to the Vernier for the speciality of authentic sushi.
And on the fun side, I’ve invited friends from my various clubs to help me put up and decorate the Christmas tree after Thanksgiving. And no doubt I’ll help them with wrapping gifts, etc.
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*Known coloquially as “Keith-o-rama”





