What’s in Dad’s care package
Cookies, camera, Copenhagen. C, c, c.
OK, so it's not exactly the way Seuss wrote it. But it's the way it worked out for us this week.
Tired of hearing about all the gorgeous scenery and bizarre-o wildlife in Afghanistan but not being able to see it, we sent Dad a digital camera. It's a Nikon Coolpix that I found a great price on. I didn't want to go bottom of the barrel, because an el cheapo would never hold up under his conditions.
He's a technophobe, so it will probably take a month of nagging to get him to use it. I have complete confidence, though, that the man who can figure out how to replace his face with a cartoon pig on Skype can master it. He pulled the Skype trick for two days without telling me, by the way. I sat there and freaked out as confetti, lips, stars and farm animals flitted across my screen, thinking I had a computer virus.
The cookies were supposed to have gone the previous week, when we shipped the coffee. We just never got around to baking them. I wrapped them back to back in plastic wrap and then in a Seal A Meal bag. I cut the vacuum off a few ticks early so I didn't wind up with crumbs. I froze them, then wrapped them in a couple of grocery bags and put them in a small box just before heading to the post office.
The Copenhagen is a habit completely attributable to the Army. "Anyone who wasn't doing it before is now," Dad said.
I also sent a six-pack of Extra chewing gum. Maybe that will keep his breath minty fresh after the snuff.
The rest of the package:
Ocean Spray Drink mix, a 10 pack of individual packets. Pomegranate flavor. This is a repeat of something we've sent before.
Pringles Jalapeno Chips
Boots' painting: He actually did two this week. "But you can only send one at a time," he warned me.
SI for Kids: His kids have zip interest in the magazine, so I passed it along.
Payday candy bars: Two to meet the weekly Required Dad Allowance.
The guys' journals plus some school projects.
The weekly puzzles.
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