Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)
My New Perfect Roommate
Meet Simone, my new roommate, named after a dream character who was always there but never in the way during a recent, somewhat traumatic time in my life. Oh, I have had some wonderful roommates during my existence on this planet, but I always felt as if I were somehow comprising my own life in order to accommodate theirs. Perhaps they felt the same. I do not know.
Compromise is necessary in a relationship and in shared accommodations, but at some point I made a conscious decision to live alone and have done so for most of my life. When I moved to Ecuador, I decided not to have anything for which I would be responsible other than myself. I did not want anything that would tie me down, infringe upon my solitude, or prevent me from traveling whenever I chose to do so. I wanted neither a partner, a pet, nor a plant. Nothing that would require time, attention, or care. I admit it. I am very selfish with my time and my life.
Well, as you can see, I have softened in my old age. I am not totally selfish I suppose, as now I have brought a plant into my home for which I am responsible. It was a difficult decision. I pondered many a long night over my choice, but when I saw Simone sitting quietly on the back of the sidewalk vendor’s booth surrounded by other brightly colored floral displays all vying for attention, I knew she would be the perfect roommate. Not as much fun as a puppy, and not as cuddly as a kitten but easy to care for. No twice a day walks and no litter box to empty. No chewed up slippers and no peeing in the corners. I was instantly smitten.
After almost a week together, my new roommate and I are getting along splendidly. Although she never seems to have much to say, she is a great listener. She listens to my ramblings all day with complete acceptance even when I practice my Spanish. What a woman! Tomorrow she gets her glass of water for the week. That is all she wants, and an occasional rain shower to clean her leaves. I would give her more but she says too much is harmful to her delicate system of roots. Maybe it is just because we are still in the honeymoon phase of our relationship. She might turn into a real bitch in a few months, and start demanding more sunshine, fertilizer, and who knows what? Maybe the removal of dead and dying leaves to maintain her youthful looks and trim figure, or a larger pot, but for now she is the perfect roommate. I could not ask for more.