Technically, for me, I’d say the kickoff is Memorial Day even though I still had to attend grade or high school for another week during my childhood. And we know it was mid-May in college.
Sucks when you become an adult, Summer becomes just another season you have to work through and unfortunate teachers, I fear it’s a period of greater, shitty economic insecurity. The Texas GOP/Fascist Party screwed them over again. The House voted to give them an overdue raise but the MAGA Nazis in the Senate attached a voucher rider, killing the bill. We’re not out of the woods, our horrible shit bag governor immediately declared an emergency session to pull them back in to force his poverty-making agenda. As always, the Party of Small Gubmint is an ironic title since it doesn’t apply to a uterus, trans children or the Blue Fortresses with humane policies: sick time, eco-friendliness or making sure your Uber driver isn’t a convicted sex offender.
For me, 2023 is looking tight in several ways. Lots more upcoming concerts, making this the Summer of Live Music! I won’t use Rock due to a couple being artists who aren’t truly Rock: Junior Brown, Sparks. Throw in some stand-up comedy as expected. It’s also the anniversaries of a couple favorite Summers: 1983 and 1988, let’s throw in 2003. Everyone has good things to say about their first marriage if it happened in Las Vegas. Both of those great Summers in the Eighties were filled with joy and struggles yet I wouldn’t have them any other way. I hope to fill you in on both…again. The latter I really want to get another witness who was there for some of the craziest moments.
Oh, the other tight is money but it’s temporary. The IRS has to be paid first and it doesn’t worry me. Like all non One Percenters, it pisses me off as I’m paying more than Musk does yet I don’t see Travis County or Texas falling all over itself throwing free money at me.
Now, let’s start playing it smart with the AC. We don’t want to contribute to any rolling blackouts or have $300 electric bills!