{"id":3201,"date":"2017-09-20T07:28:01","date_gmt":"2017-09-20T14:28:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=3201"},"modified":"2017-09-20T07:28:01","modified_gmt":"2017-09-20T14:28:01","slug":"a-trade-for-fish","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/a-trade-for-fish\/","title":{"rendered":"A Trade for Fish"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have a good friend who is a world-class recycle artist and repurposer of discarded things. It seems like whenever I need something, such as a tool, solvent or curtain fabric, all I have to do is ask her and she finds it in a garbage can or dumpster in her neighborhood. Or she already had found it months or years ago and squirreled the item away in her basement.<\/p>\n<p>From time to time, she shares a story with me of an extraordinary find. I think she has the makings of a great short nonfiction book about the thrill and usefulness of finding discarded things and putting them back in circulation consistent with the thing&#8217;s original purpose or something different (perhaps, better) altogether.<\/p>\n<p>In recent months, she&#8217;s found unopened fortune cookies, an abandoned journal containing incredible personal writing, and a bag of semi-rare American coins (in a compost pile!). All three of these discoveries fascinated me and I integrated them into my writing workshops as writing and discussion prompts.<\/p>\n<p>The other day, my friend&#8217;s discovery and her recycling\/bartering of another highly unusual object, easily ranked as her best story.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/download-2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-3203\" src=\"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/download-2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/download-2.jpg 225w, https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/download-2-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a>She found a stainless steel sanitary napkin\/tampon dispenser in the dumpster of a junior high school, took it home, took it to the metal recycling center in town, got paid $5.40 for her effort, and then used the money to buy a pound of fresh sea bass for $5.50 (with a senior discount) from the seafood market in Warrenton. In effect, it was a wash, a trade.<\/p>\n<p>Trading a junior high tampon dispenser for fresh fish off Oregon&#8217;s coast.<\/p>\n<p>Just typing that sentence gives me a fantastic thrill as a storyteller. I&#8217;m not sure where else to go with it. Perhaps the sentence is enough to excite readers and inspire interesting thoughts and actions.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, the sentence is more than enough.<\/p>\n<p><i>(If you found this post enjoyable, thought provoking or enlightening, please consider supporting a writer at work by making a financial contribution to this blog or by purchasing an NSP book.) <\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have a good friend who is a world-class recycle artist and repurposer of discarded things. It seems like whenever I need something, such as a tool, solvent or curtain fabric, all I have to do is ask her and she finds it in a garbage can or dumpster in her neighborhood. 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