Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. I hope you are having a nice, relaxing day.
I sent my father an e-card. He enjoys them. I don’t see my father very often, but I send him e-cards for all the holidays, because I know he sees his computer often. When I see him next, perhaps I’ll take him out for lunch. I want to take him out so he can pick out his present, whatever he’d like, because he’s hard to shop for sometimes, and I want him to have something he’ll really enjoy. For his birthday this year, I got him the DVD set of I, Claudius. I think that was a BIG hit, which made me happy.
Father’s Day can be an interesting holiday, if you watch those around you. I was sitting on the porch knitting this morning, and got to observe some men celebrating Father’s Day in their natural element. The Mayor was out, exchanging self-congratulatory greetings with his neighbour, the Mayor-Wannabe-Except-For-It’s-Too-Much-Work-And-I-Am-Very-Lazy. It went something like this:
“Happy Father’s Day, M___!”
Much manly handshaking and congratulatory backslapping ensues.
“Well, Happy Father’s Day to you too, M___!”
“Isn’t it a great day to be a man! And a father!”
“Yes, sirree, it certainly is, M___! And isn’t it a great Father’s Day to be great and a man!”
More manly pumping up-and-down of hands and backslapping.
“Blah blah blah!”
“Blah blah blah blah!”
At which point, the Mayor-Wannabe went in the door of his house, bellowing for his wife like Fred Flintstone. God, how I hate some of my neighbours.
We don’t celebrate Father’s Day around here. Well, not officially, anyway. Mostly it involves me not bugging BDH while he spends his day doing what he loves, which is playing computer games. Small price to pay, really, because a) it makes him happy and 2) it means I can goof off and do some knitting or whatever. That’s the good thing about Father’s Day. It’s in June so it’s really hot, usually TOO hot to do much of anything, let alone hard work outside. Score!