Forgetting about Father’s Day

I wonder about the organizers of Bonnaroo, and whether they intentionally scheduled the festival for the weekend of Father’s Day. You have to figure that with 80,000 some attendees, there are bound to be a whole lot of arguments about missing the family cookout or whatever.

As I am not attending Bonnaroo nor is my father living nor am I within proximity of any kind of family cookout, I have no such dilemma. My dilemma pertains more to simply getting through Father’s Day with the least amount of psychological trauma.

Here, in no particular order, are a few ideas that have occurred to me thus far:

• Stay in bed.
  Tempting. On the other hand, Karsten points out that it will be there all day. I can always keep it as a fall-back option.
• Go for a walk in a park or other natural space.
  Good possibility. It’s especially meaningful if there are a lot of birds around, since my dad used to love to watch the birds. But it might be too hot for this to be a pleasant experience, so I’ll have to wait and see how the day shapes up.
• Sit on the front steps and try to enjoy the beautiful day.
  Already getting a jump on this one. Sitting out here with my laptop and a pot of coffee. But again, in an hour or so, it will probably warm up to where this won’t be pleasant anymore.
• Do day-job work.
  Yeah, no.
• Write a song or three.
  Very probable. I did a little last night and was surprised at some of what came out.
• Clean, tidy, organize.
  I’ll see how I feel. This would be helpful to do, but I just don’t feel motivated to do it.
• Organize files on my computer.
  Same as above.
• Plan the porch party.
  I need to do this, and it might be fun. So maybe this will be a good stay-inside-while-it’s-hot activity.
• Go back to bed.
  I know, I already talked about bed. But it’s sounding like such an appealing option.

I do genuinely wish a happy Father’s Day to anyone out there to whom it applies. And I genuinely wish good alternatives for anyone who needs them.