As you may have noticed, I have not been posting to the blog much lately. As much as some would like to believe that I have finally run out of things to say, I can assure you that is not the case.
When I created the blog more than a year ago, I had set a goal to post at least once a week on various issues. It was important to me at the time that I have a release valve for my points of view, especially since I was not doing a regular column for the newspaper like I had done at other jobs. At the time, writing was definitely my top priority.
Writing is still up there near the top of the list, but in the last few months, a new priority has made its way to the surface. I have met a wonderful man named Todd, and we are definitely falling for each other. As the days go by, we are learning more and more about the other person.
Some things are subtle, such as finding out he loves Snoopy and the other Peanuts characters as much as I do. However, the other day I found out something rather startling, and it made me wonder why I hadn’t noticed it before—Todd is a no-holds barred city boy.
It wasn’t the sort of thing that had crept into conversation before. I met Todd in Sturgeon Bay, Wis., a city of about 9,000 people, similar to Shawano. I knew he came from Illinois, but I assumed he was used to small town life.
I didn’t find this out by asking him. Oh, no. That would have been too easy. I found out by driving to a nearby town to watch a play. We were halfway there when he suddenly put his hands to his nose. I wasn’t sure at first if it was allergies or maybe something had poked him in the eye.
Then he said what was offending his senses. It was cow manure. We were passing a farm at the time, and with the warm, spring weather finally in full force, the aromas of the farm were spreading further than they did when they were covered by a blanket of snow.
It was then that I realized I—self-proclaimed country boy—was dating a city slicker. I knew Todd had been to New York City, but I figured he was a small-town boy looking to spread his wings and put himself in a different atmosphere. Boy, was I wrong.
I had never imagined in my life that I would find so many things in common with someone urban. I always figured I’d settle down with another rural guy like myself. This revelation didn’t change my feelings for Todd. If anything, it gave me something to tease him about on occasion.
Todd is getting used to his new country atmosphere, and I realize he’s sacrificed a lot to be here with me. We’re learning new things about each other, and that one-on-one time is encroaching on my time to write. Therefore, I will post to the blog when I can, as there is a new number one in town—a number one who does not like the scent of number two.