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Binge-watching cannot be good for your well-being

Binge-watching cannot be good for your well-being

I stopped watching Grey’s Anatomy after the eleventh season – at least three years ago – and H stopped on the ninth season. I was waiting for the twelfth. That never happened. Life did.

Now I’ve decided to play catch-up, never realizing that each season is sooooo looooong! Twenty-three to twenty-five episodes in each one. It didn’t take me long to get involved in the storyline again.

I’m on season fourteen – episode one. Quite some time to go to get through the fifteenth season by September when season sixteen begins.

H was going to be out of town most of the afternoon yesterday until about eleven pm. “Great! I can watch a couple of episodes without interruption.”

He interrupted me at eleven-fifteen pm. Mmm, yes…I was still watching…My, how time flies when you are having fun!

I cannot believe I binge-watched and wasted all those precious hours of free time. I could have been writing or editing or something other than getting caught up in the drama of Grey’s Anatomy!

Those people have so much drama going on in their personal lives. I just want to shake a few of them and say, “Get a grip!”

It reminds me a little of the old soap opera, “Days Of Our Lives”. Yes, I’m that old…

You just get caught up in all that drama. It can’t be good for your mental state. Neither can sitting with your eyes glued to a tv screen for hours be good for your eyes.

The point of this story is, H left this morning at eight am to start his day teaching private lessons. He won’t be done until four-thirty.

I am not going to turn on Netflix…I am not…I am not…I am not…

What show did you last binge-watch?


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Don’t Think You Are Pulling The Wool Over My Eyes

Don’t Think You Are Pulling The Wool Over My Eyes

I love Saturdays. H gets up early because he has lessons to teach at nine. Between nine and one-thirty I have the house to myself to do as I please. This may sound harsh to some, but when your husband retires after working twelve-hour and sometimes longer days, it’s a bit of a shock to the system and daily routine you’ve developed over the years.

Yeah, I know, it’s been almost three years ago, but my system hasn’t quite recovered yet. I don’t feel bad saying this because I’m pretty sure when I’m out of the house all day on Thursdays he’s feeling the same way.

The majority of that day he’s sitting with his feet up watching tv without interruption and eating whatever he pleases with no, “Don’t eat that. It’s not good for you”, as background noise.

How do I know this? Well, look around. The newspaper is still in the same place on the floor by his chair as it was when I left, with his empty coffee cup and juice glass resting on the side table. His shoes are still under the coffee table and not on his feet, and his jacket is unhung. No, he hasn’t strayed too far from that recliner. But, I can see evidence of food having been prepared in the kitchen, so I know he didn’t starve while I was away.

When I casually ask what he did all day he mumbles something about blowing the pine needles off the carport and driveway. (Fifteen minutes max) “I cleaned the kitchen and swept the house.”

Whatever he cleaned in the kitchen was his mess because I left it clean. Plus, his idea of cleaning the kitchen and my idea of cleaning the kitchen are two different things and there is about an hour difference in the time it takes – his being less. I will give him credit for sweeping because he usually does, though how can you be sure unless you left an unusual amount of debris on the floor. This is his way of pulling the wool over my eyes. I leave it at that. One day he will get the urge to clean out that work room. I can always hope.

I don’t begrudge this time alone he has because I cherish mine. I do take advantage of this time to get something done without interruption because sometimes I see him eyeing me when I’m actually working on my phone – yes, that can be done – and he thinks I’m playing. Right now I’m working by writing this post on my phone. He doesn’t include WordPress as work.

But, unlike H, I do have a to-do list in no particular order:

  • Write a post for WordPress
  • Organize the fabric boxes in the closet
  • Clean the Philadelphia room
  • Drop off two packages at the post office
  • Write another chapter for book (falling out of bed)
  • Research Andrews computer problem

But there’s no pressure, I’m on no time frame. If it gets done, great. If not, there’s always next Saturday – except for Andrew’s computer. I need to do that ASAP!

I can check this post off my list!


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