Please allow me to introduce myself. I’m a transplant, but I’ve spent more years as a Texan than as a Wisconsinite. I catch myself every now and then sounding very Northern yet my family “Up There” thinks I sound Texan. I’ve adopted several of Texas' traits as my own. I quickly adapted to the mild winters and have learned to accept the brutal summers. Although I still eschew hot sauce and jalapenos, Tex Mex is my favorite food. I’d have to admit, I can dance a better polka than I can a Texas two-step, but I can down a plate of barbeque with a big glass of iced tea with the best of y’all. And thankfully, I can buy my Wisconsin cheese at the local Brookshires.
I’ve lived and worked in Dallas for enough years to experience some of the best Big D has to offer: art shows, theatre, concerts, clubs, professional sports, shopping, dining and more dining. I am hoping to consider myself retired from Corporate America, but you never know what the future holds. For now, I am living and loving each day as it comes.
I’ve been fortunate to find my slice of heaven, and it lies somewhere between DFW and East Texas. Living on the fringe of the Metroplex allows for the best of both worlds. A drive into the city for lunch with an old friend is extremely manageable (as long as you’re not hitting rush hour). And if you prefer to spend your days in rural solitude, that works just fine too. My early years were spent disappearing into the fields and woods near my childhood home and wiling away hours alongside Wisconsin creeks so I prefer Podunk to populated any day. These days a trip to the feed store is adventurous enough for me.
Here in North Easterly Texas, I revel in each day’s gifts as they come – pets, wild birds, varmints, good weather, bad weather – and remember to thank God each day for the electricity and water service which keeps us cool and hydrated through the hot summer.
Each day here is a gift. Remember to soak it in.