I have a roommate.
There. I have said it publicly.
Oh, Tricia visits the Shire from time to time, not enough. Eric has been here. Friends stay with me.
But now, I am no longer alone. I have a roommate.
We have been together for a little over a month. I wanted to see how this new relationship would work out before I acknowledged it. That probably was not fair to my new roommate, but one can never be too certain about how new relationships. They change our lives. They have the potential to impact existing relationships. But it has worked well. So this seems the opportune moment to let the world, or at least the two loyal readers of my blog, know.
My roommate is the strong, silent type. It may be even more accurate to describe my roommate as the strong, silent, immobile type. One might even use the word potted and speak the truth.
While my roommate asks nothing and says less, I can count on a welcoming wave at all times of day.
With thanks to Lydia who introduced us when she stayed at the Shire, and apologies for my hesitancy in acknowledging our relationship, here’s Norman:
Congratulations, Mark! Norman looks like he is thriving! Miss you and think of you and your work often! Peace, Hope
Thanks Hope. I miss you too. Hope you are doing well. Peace, Mark
Love it!
Thanks Martha!
Hi Norman! You grew since I last saw you!