Growing up, watching television was never really a huge part of my day. Sure, I watched television like other kids did, but I never felt like I had to watch a particular show or that I needed to get lots and lots of screen time. I don't know if I could explain why to you, either. We watched a bit of television before dinner, and then we had to do our homework, but after the work was done, I just never quite went back to the television. I got my fill early on, and I was good.
That habit has generally translated over to my adult life, so on a day-to-day basis, I probably watch something like thirty minutes of television. It's not really television, either, but one of the streaming services instead (specifically, Netflix). In fact, I usually get my fill of Netflix while doing the dishes or ironing a shirt, because I am stationary at that point and I prefer a bit of entertainment to pass the time. The Mild Wife and I also have a habit of watching Netflix, though, interestingly enough, that also tends to come accompanied with a different household activity.
Most of the time, the Mild Wife tends to ignore what I'm watching, because it's not exactly her cup of tea. It's not like she minds that I watch Star Trek, but she's not as enthused about the activity as I am. It probably doesn't help matters any that I am watching while standing at the sink, because it'd be hard for her to partake given that configuration. Still, the general process seems to be that I watch my show, she goes about her business, and life is good.
However, she recently overheard a bit of show that did catch her attention. I remember that I was ironing a shirt and I had "The Blacklist" on while she was in the room, but I didn't expect her to give it much attention. However, after about fifteen or twenty minutes, she casually asked what I was watching. So I started explaining it, as simply as I could. Well, you see, it's this show about some FBI agents and a wanted felon, and there's lots of mysteries about the characters, so it keeps you guessing a bit.
Well, the Mild Wife liked it. She not only paid attention to the rest of the episode, but she paid attention the next time that I put it on. I noticed this particular trend, so I asked if she wanted to watch them with me. I could make sure that I watched something else during my chores, and we could watch "The Blacklist" together. Sure enough, she readily agreed to this plan, and we had a new show to watch together.
The best part of this all, though, was that I was already several seasons in when the Mild Wife noticed the show. That meant that she watched a good chunk of season 6, but that she had missed everything that had led up to that point. Well, that simply wouldn't do. Once she finished the last episode of season 6, she then went back and watched the first five. I tagged along for good parts of that journey, and it was fun to relive some of those moments. Heck, I even refreshed my memory because I'd forgotten that certain events had taken place in the show.
Still, I couldn't always sit with the Mild Wife as she watched, so there would be certain points where it seemed to me that she had simply jumped ahead in the storyline. I remember trying to very carefully ask whether she'd seen a particular event; I basically had to avoid any variation on "is so and so alive?" All in all, the whole process gave me a good laugh.
Who knew that Netflix could provide entertainment outside of the actual shows?
That habit has generally translated over to my adult life, so on a day-to-day basis, I probably watch something like thirty minutes of television. It's not really television, either, but one of the streaming services instead (specifically, Netflix). In fact, I usually get my fill of Netflix while doing the dishes or ironing a shirt, because I am stationary at that point and I prefer a bit of entertainment to pass the time. The Mild Wife and I also have a habit of watching Netflix, though, interestingly enough, that also tends to come accompanied with a different household activity.
Most of the time, the Mild Wife tends to ignore what I'm watching, because it's not exactly her cup of tea. It's not like she minds that I watch Star Trek, but she's not as enthused about the activity as I am. It probably doesn't help matters any that I am watching while standing at the sink, because it'd be hard for her to partake given that configuration. Still, the general process seems to be that I watch my show, she goes about her business, and life is good.
However, she recently overheard a bit of show that did catch her attention. I remember that I was ironing a shirt and I had "The Blacklist" on while she was in the room, but I didn't expect her to give it much attention. However, after about fifteen or twenty minutes, she casually asked what I was watching. So I started explaining it, as simply as I could. Well, you see, it's this show about some FBI agents and a wanted felon, and there's lots of mysteries about the characters, so it keeps you guessing a bit.
Well, the Mild Wife liked it. She not only paid attention to the rest of the episode, but she paid attention the next time that I put it on. I noticed this particular trend, so I asked if she wanted to watch them with me. I could make sure that I watched something else during my chores, and we could watch "The Blacklist" together. Sure enough, she readily agreed to this plan, and we had a new show to watch together.
The best part of this all, though, was that I was already several seasons in when the Mild Wife noticed the show. That meant that she watched a good chunk of season 6, but that she had missed everything that had led up to that point. Well, that simply wouldn't do. Once she finished the last episode of season 6, she then went back and watched the first five. I tagged along for good parts of that journey, and it was fun to relive some of those moments. Heck, I even refreshed my memory because I'd forgotten that certain events had taken place in the show.
Still, I couldn't always sit with the Mild Wife as she watched, so there would be certain points where it seemed to me that she had simply jumped ahead in the storyline. I remember trying to very carefully ask whether she'd seen a particular event; I basically had to avoid any variation on "is so and so alive?" All in all, the whole process gave me a good laugh.
Who knew that Netflix could provide entertainment outside of the actual shows?
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