I wanted to share this because it is fun and humorous.
Over the past few years, it has become overly noticeable and laughably common for me to walk from my home office into the living room where my wife is watching a DVD series (i.e. Golden Girls), and an estimated 93+% of the time I arrive during the last minute or two of the show (the frequency appears to have begun increasing during the past months).
Sometimes I arrive a little earlier, giving me time to get a bowl of ice cream, sit in my recliner, and as I finish the ice cream, the show is also finished.
My wife and I often laugh about it as I explain that I got in on the best part. Especially for the 'Murder She Wrote' series, I got to see 'who dunnit' without having to watch the whole show.
It has now become so common, I feel oddly out of ease if I did not arrive at the end.
Tonight, with a bowl of ice cream in my hand, as my legs were bending to sit in the recliner, the ending music of "Heartland" finished, and the show ended. I playfully asked my wife if I had ever walked in during the end of a show before, and she laughed while replying "Hundreds of times".
My home office is quite a ways from the living room, and I work while listening to music on headphones. I cannot hear the television, nor could hearing the television be helpful anyway unless I knew each show's precise dialogue.
Too, though my wife might pause a video for a few hours before continuing, still I almost always walk in during the last minute or two.
Also funny (actually hilarious sometimes) is that as my wife is about to knock on my office door before opening the door, I will have already stood from my desk and stepped to the door, opening it as she is about to knock. (Knocking first keeps me from from being startled while I am overly focused on a text.) The most fun is when I open the door the split second as her arm and hand are in motion to knock. It is hilarious to me to see her still trying to knock on the door as it is opening (it startles her at first, but then she recognizes the humor).
I cannot hear her approaching down the hall, but I can still sense when an event is approaching. I commonly use the 'sense' to know where she is in the house, and sometimes I use it when knowing that she has chosen to come get me in the office (i.e. for dinner); I get up and meet her halfway. If I am not too busy, I tend to step into the kitchen just as she was getting ready to come get me for dinner. That used to surprise her years ago, but she has gotten so accustomed to it, it is no longer as much fun for me.
