Either he's at the library looking for work in finance or real estate investment, working out, hanging with friends, or preferring social media to time with me.
But most nights we eat dinner together. And while we eat, we watch TV.
I know this sounds anti-social, but it's not. In fact, choosing the right show evokes considerable conversation. And once we land on one, there is much to discuss.
Our go-to shows are old Law & Order episodes and Seinfeld. But the best is when we find a series we both want to watch that has concluded. That promises about two weeks of engaging dinners.
This past summer, Alexander and I watched and were mesmerized by all six seasons, 62 episodes, of Breaking Bad. I can't imagine anything topping the brilliance of that show.
We sat stunned at the antics off Jack Bauer over 8 seasons of 24. Alexander can still, if asked, recall in detail every episode. I can say, what happened in Season Three, Episode 4, and he can likely tell me. As ridiculous as Jack's one-day experiences were, there was something hypnotic to the series.
And now we have Homeland.
Tonight we watch the final episode of Season Five, having seen all previous seasons. In this one episode a lot happens. Poor Carrie.
- She stops a terrorist attack in Berlin.
- Outs a CIA mole.
- Kills a man.
- Her mentor offers her a job in the CIA where she can pick the city and craft the assignment.
- Another man — though he still loves her — breaks up with her because living with her is too dangerous.
- A third man, this one a billionaire, wants to marry her.
- And a fourth man, probably the one she loves most, lays dying with catastrophic injuries, and she must decide if she should be the one to pull the plug.
That's when Alexander looks at me.
"Now that's someone who could write a blog. She has a lot to say."
The implication is obvious.
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