From local Dunwoody Blog…..Dads’ Bucket List
I’ve been having this recurring bad dream lately. In the dream I’m heading to the airport to take a flight out of the country. I have plenty of time to make it, but as I’m trying to get to my gate roadblocks keep coming up that prevent me from actually getting there. After several of them, it becomes pretty obvious that I’m going to miss the flight. With my anxiety skyrocketing, I then wake up…and usually lay there, staring at the ceiling waiting for daybreak.
I’m sure there are all kinds of interpretations for the dream, but I’m a simpleton and I take it to mean that something in my life isn’t going as planned. What could it be you ask? Well, I’m not going to reveal all my baggage (trip reference), but if I had to guess it may be the progress, or lack thereof, that’s being made on the next Dads’ Bucket List experience. You see, we’re slated to march in the Dunwoody 4th of July parade. According to the organizers it’s the largest annual parade in the state with an estimated 30,000 people attending. The plan is to build a totally boss float, crank some tunes that will have us owning the crowd and put smiles on our kids’ faces that will have them all walking away saying “best day ever.” Here’s the rub though: WE’VE GOT NOTHIN’! NADA! ZILCH! ZERO! And the parade is a mere two weeks away.
Now in our defense, we’ve tried to make this thing come together but forces are competing against us and we’re behind like 15-0 and down to our final inning at bat. You see, we planned to get together once every week in June to build this thing. Everyone was enticed by the promise of their favorite beverage being on ice and in ample supply for these weekly build sessions at my house. The first week just as people are showing up, we had a torrential storm that started to flood my basement. So as a result, I’m running a wet vac instead of a circular saw. Using the weather as an excuse that we couldn’t do any work outside, we ended up sitting around my kitchen table throwing out ideas for our float. The one I was most sold on was recreating the Animal House parade scene. However, somebody suggested (rightly, I’ll concede) that careening through the streets of our fair town in a cake float that says “Eat Me” might not play well to the parade judges, cops and especially our wives. So week one ended with a very rough idea for our float and a commitment that we’d really crank things up during week two.
Well, week two arrived and Mother Nature delivered an even bigger soaker 30 minutes before our big building session. Fortunately, my water diversion skills kept the basement dry, but the bigger problem was that a couple of large Georgia pines decided to get a closer look at the power lines down below. As a result we were now without power (36 hours for those scoring at home). A couple of committed dads showed up in the dark ready to build (in reality I think they really showed up just to enjoy a cold one). I don’t know OSHA’s stance on operating battery-powered circular saws in the dark, but I made the executive decision to table any construction for yet another week. Now we may not have a float, but on the plus side each of us still has 10 fingers.
So where does that leave us? Well, we’re down to right at two weeks ’til marching time and we have yet to cut our first piece of wood, hammer our first nail, paint our first stroke or rig our first phase of pyrotechnics (that last part’s what they call “a tease” in the entertainment business, which if you think about it is sorta kinda our industry). So where does that leave us? Dunno exactly. Where does that leave me? Nervous and with just a tinge of anxiety, as I type this lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and waiting for daybreak.
Go. See. Be. Do.
