Kyle City Limits
by BRENDA STEWART
June has always been strewn with the wreckage of things ending. Families waiting out the school year to move across country and then bidding goodbye to neighbors that have been a daily constant in their lives.
Parents on an emotional roller-coaster as they struggle with the celebration and dread of their empty nest, watching their children graduate from high school and head for college. Wanting to clip their wings and keep them safe one moment and daydreaming of flinging them off the rooftop the next.
Being included in the excitement of planning the traditional summer wedding of an old friend all the while sadly knowing that your life with her will never be the same again, no matter how much she swears that nothing will change. We all said that.
Feeling the grass start to crunch under your feet and watching the last bit of water dry up in your favorite swimming hole knowing that around here, summer is the bleak season of devastation and hibernation – not winter – and our lovely spring has been dealt the death knell.
Cringing through yet another disastrous legislative session presided over by nauseatingly pious politicians. Praying for it to be mercifully over but fully aware of the fact that, because of their engorged egos and petty infighting, we will all lose. Once again. If it ever ends.
But, to keep from being mired down and becoming completely despondent, we might try flipping this around and looking at June as a month of beginnings. Think exciting new jobs and houses and neighborhoods. No more gym socks on the coffee table or $300 grocery bills. Gaining a new friend (and another set of strong arms on moving days). Having a legitimate excuse to lose yourself in dark movie theaters and hot popcorn.
And, as luck would have it, the last couple of weeks have been one heck of a gold mine for media pundits and late night talk show gag writers across the country. As an added bonus, virtually any politician outside of Texas can glibly point to our legislative process and reassure their constituents, “See, we ain’t doin’ that bad.”
You’ve just got to look for the silver lining.
