I am back to my basement Netflix zone
It's not really a man cave, but it could be.
There is a nice couch, a TV, and Netflix.
I have several movies I want to watch, African Queen, Young Frankenstein, among others, and some TV series, like Unforgettable Kimmy Schmidt, or however it's spelled.
Emily mentioned she watched Lion, and I followed her suggestion and watched that tonight. It was a good movie, and I do recommend it. Not a comedy, but a feel good drama.
I think I will move my sound system to the basement. We never use it upstairs, and heaven knows I could use the help in hearing the actual words.
Sometimes, if characters are whispering, I have to read lips.
For example, in a touching scene tonight the boy wraps his arms around his mother and whispers
"Dogs are furry. I'll always be your fortune."
Honey, I am not buried. I know you are a dove.
"I'll always be a tiara for you. You is a verb."
Suffice it to say, sometimes I lose a little of what is actually going on in the show. After that scene, I was wondering why she was deathly ill and why he seemed to be a beauty queen giving an incorrect grammar lesson.
Turns out, neither was correct.
But in the end, the love you make is equal to the love you take.
At least I think that's what the Beatles sang.
Now don't get me started on where that came from.
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