Thank You Netflix

COVID-19 continues to rear its ugly face. Stores and restaurants continue to open and more and more people are out and about, some wearing masks while others choose not to. I am still basically under quarantine due to kidney disease and a compromised immune system. I am ok with that because I am quarantined with my parents. At first, I thought, OY I am quarantined with my parents, but as time went on, I thought, I am quarantined with my parents, and I am blessed with the time we get to spend together. Although I wish my Dad had more work right now, I am enjoying the time I get to spend with him.

A couple of weeks ago my parents and I started watching Schitt’s Creek on Netflix. It became a nightly routine. After dinner, we would watch 2-3 episodes, and then I would go upstairs to sleep. If they wanted to continue watching tv they would watch something else. Never would we watch an episode unless we were all watching together.

We watched 5 seasons of Schitt’s Creek within a matter of a few weeks, and once it was over, my Dad would sit at the dinner table talking about how he missed the Rose family. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the days Katie and I binged watched desperate housewives and talked of Bree, Gabrielle, Lynette, and Susan as if they were our friends. I understood his feeling of loss and the desire to know what would come next for the wacky, loveable Rose Family. Fortunately for us, there is a season 6, it just has not come to Netflix yet.

So, until we are able to join the Rose’s we decided to watch another series, Hart of Dixie, where we were introduced to the intelligent, gossiping, busy-body Dr. Zoe Hart. We continued watching a few episodes each night but then something strange happened. We began watching episodes during the day as well. My parents and I would synchronize our schedules so that we would all finish work and errands in a timely matter to meet up and begin our Hart of Dixie marathon.

It was during these Netflix series that I was able to be in the moment with my parents. I began to notice that I really am like my mom. We would laugh at the same scenes, awe at the same moments, and even our hand gestures appeared at the same time. That observation alone made me laugh. It made me feel closer to my mother.

The best part was the reactions they had to characters on the shows. My parents had so many of the same attributes but they couldn’t see it. I loved Zoe’s mom because she reminded me of my own mother, yet my own mother could not see the resemblance. I enjoyed seeing all of us come out in the characters and the plots of these shows. Thank you to Netflix for making them so relatable.

The big question is, what will we watch next? Which family will suck us into their trials and tribulations? It honestly doesn’t matter as long as we watch it together.

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