Milkman

 We now have a milkman.  I can say milkman without being sexist or gender-insensitive because the person we talked to (on the phone!) identified as male.  So we have a milkman, a guy who brings us milk once a week.  It’s better quality milk than you get in the supermarket, fresher (it comes from “farms upstate”, you know, those places where that dog you had as a kid was sent by whoever raised you (see I didn’t just say “parents” which proves that I’m properly 2021-model sensitive)), and even better comes in glass bottles that you leave out for the milkman to take back to the bottling facility where they get sterilized and reused instead of thrown in with all the other recycling that probably doesn’t actually get recycled. 

The milkman used to do his deliveries overnight Wednesday into Thursday which added a cool factor to it because it made me think of the Milkman’s Matinee.  Unfortunately, an impending snow event made him decide to deliver during the day Wednesday and I guess he liked that better because he has been doing it that way ever since. 

While the idea is retro the execution isn’t entirely that, we get a text when he’s out for deliveries so we know to put out the empties in a cooler.  We haven’t really needed the cooler for the delivery since we started in the winter but as the weather gets warmer we’ll have to remember to put out ice packs so the milk doesn’t spoil before we get it, though with both of us still working from home for now the milk won’t sit out for a long time.  I hope he switches back to overnights in the summer.  It will be cooler then and I can imagine him out there with the radio to keep him company. 

We thought about getting an old-fashioned milk box instead of just using a cooler but after seeing that the nicer, insulated ones were over $100 we decided to stick with using the equipment we already had. 

I mean, you don’t want to get crazy about this stuff.