For the first time that we can remember, we had to pour milk down the drain. Simple problem. The 4 litre container had gone past date. Not a big deal…except for the memories surging back of the same-size milk container not even lasting 3 days. Today at Safeway we bought a 2 litre container of milk…it didn’t spill, but it might as well have. It’s the little things that get you. Ingrid reminded me that a 2 litre of milk is part of the ‘new normal’. She’s right, but tonight I would love nothing more than to buy 8 litres of milk and 40 yogurt containers for my boys.
Yesterday I gave my Dad a trucker hat. You know the ones….anyone over 60 wears those hats with the mesh backing and sort of has them sit on top of their head?
Chris (and his many buddies) thought this was the coolest trend in their teens and trucker hats were catching on everywhere. When Ingrid and I were in Hawaii last year we made sure we brought a hip trucker hat home for Chris. He had his Grandpa model it when we met them at Silver Star at New Years. Dad had grown a beard for a Christmas production at their church and Chris thought the beard was the coolest thing he ever saw. He propped the trucker hat on his Grandpa’s head and I snapped some pics.
Wear that hat proudly Dad…I know you will.
I’m going to make Max some chocolate milk.
2 replies on “Crying over spilt (or spilled) milk…and trucker hats.”
Hi Randy, touching post I have to say. Very cool that Ingrid is there supporting you and reminding you about the “new” normal.
Randy, that was very moving! After a big cry Sunday, dad wore and is wearing the hat!!