Memorial Day weekend has arrived… the Summer of 2023 is getting ready to start. I haven’t got a clue what the hell is about to happen these next several months.
Fritz graduates from Eighth Grade this week. George has his first check up with an adult doctor and I’ve got to sign Hazel up for tennis.
For me, I’m gonna watch that race from Speedway Indiana and put a new Rolling Stones sticker on Betty the Green Blazer. Real grown up shit…
Some summers took years to look back and define and some ended already labeled and identified by Labor Day.
Last Summer was the Summer the Shepkids never left. George ran away to Riverside and the redheads were abandoned by their mom. It was the hardest summer I’ve ever experienced and it might have been one of the best.
I’ve been stalling on getting our pool pass this year because of the uncertainty of safety. It sucks that I have to be concerned about a group of people flashing up and creating havoc.
I’ve got to renew my zoo pass, but the Shepkids are at that age where walking over to the zoo is a hassle.
My dad would call me when I was in my thirties and tell me he’s picking me up and taking me to the zoo. I still have the last Mold-O-Rama my dad bought me…. a white polar bear.
Last night I told Fritz I wanted to get him a library card at the Riverside Library. He looked at me like, “what the fuck for?”
This will be the summer that little redhead reads either “Catcher” or “Mockingbird.”
Last night I told Hazel we need to buy a tennis racket this weekend. She told me she changed her mind.
This will be the summer that little redhead learns that life has you down forty love…
Last night I told George he needs to lockdown employment this summer. He “yeah, yeah’d” me! I’m gonna “yeah, yeah” him when he needs money for something.
This is the summer that big blonde learns how to earn a buck.
The Summer my Gramma showed me how to mow a lawn. The three Summers Robert McCutcheon got me a job working for Sunshine Promotions. The Summer my dad made me get a job painting houses. The Summer my cousin got me a job working at the Board of Trade.
Those summers were epic…
I don’t know what the Summer of ‘23 will bring, but by Christmas it will be defined for history. It will have a label.
Have a fanfuckingtastic Memorial Day…. Grill, swim, dance, sweat, orgasm, read, walk, run, listen to the ballgame, the race… start off making great memories. In 2053 this summer will be a thirty year old memory!
