ode to milkman...

So, I never told you before, but we have a milkman. This guy named Dan comes to our house every Wednesday and leaves 6 glass bottles of cold milk with various colored plastic caps. He picks up 6 empty glass bottles and carts them back to his big white milk truck, all the while the dogs are going berzerk. It's really fun. We call him Dan the Milkman. I've never met him before, actually, because I'm always in my pj's when he comes, but Ben met him once. But I've always liked Dan, just because. I mean come on, he's a milkman. How many milkmen do you think there are in the world? Not too many, I dare say. And he always comes right on time, bearing delicious gifts for hungry cereal eaters and anxious coffee drinkers. I know you'll probably think I'm silly, but having a milkman has been one of the joys of life. To be quite honest, I wish that Dan the Milkman would trade in his big white milk truck for a horse and milk cart like Reb Tevye. Well, this is not meant to be a sad post, but the time has come to say goodbye to Dan the Milkman. Working at Whole Foods means we're going to get 20% off milk, and we won't need home delivery if I can just bring the stuff home. So that's that. But I thought to myself, we can't just let Dan the Milkman slip away without a word or two for posterity. Don't worry, I'm not really going to make a rhyme about Dan. I thought I might at first, just so I could keep this catchy title, but I'm not going to. Would you believe me if I told you I don't even know what he looks like. I just felt that it was too silly to peep through the curtain to catch a glimpse, and I'm usually too busy trying to quiet the dogs, so Dan can do his job in peace. But I'm kind of glad of that really- to just let Dan live in my imagination as a stereotype.

Ps. Believe it or not, I wrote this post before I knew this pic had a horse in the background. I've been wanting to blog about the milkman for a while now, so one day I saw a retro pic of a milkman & saved it without ever having noticed the horse. Everytime I think of that pic, I just see that smily milkman. It's funny to me, because I felt silly for mentioning that bit about the milk cart (even though it is true). But, when I went to retrieve the pic and saw the horse in the background, I just thought that was neat. That happens to me all the time, by the way- where the Lord blesses me in some trifling way that just sounds ridiculous if I try to explain it to someone; so I've sort of given up trying to tell people those things. Sometime, when my post script isn't getting way too long, maybe I'll tell you more (since I know I can trust you), but not now, I really gotta go.