Thank God....

For Netflix. When Lily was at home, I began a Dutch series on Netflix named "The Rain". I got through only one episode but it was looking really good. And the title seemed appropriate for my mood.

As Lily's illness progressed and I had to return to work (part-let-her-mother-feel-needed and part-escaping-my problems) I tended to download a (preferably) binge worthy tv show Lily wouldn't want to watch anyway (sci-fi, political, etc. show) that could occupy my mind in the lunchroom as I ate by myself for an hour or less.

I don't want to talk with anyone at work even though I get invited. I have friends already. Namely, those of you who've been invited to this website. I don't want anymore. At least at the moment, anyway.

The show is called "The Rain". It's a modern day thriller from Denmark. I watch all of these foreign shows in their native language despite Netflix offering an English dubbed version by default. The original language version does offer English subtitles but I enjoy hearing the original language. I kind of try to pick up a phrase or two if I binge quickly.

I used to do that when I lived in Japan and visited the Nederlands, South Korea, Russia, Germany and Africa (Afrikaans, specifically). I'll never learn enough to converse but I at least enjoy trying to pick up simple phrases. And who knows about my future? I may move internationally after this is all over. I have TEFL experience and I can renew my certificate online.

There was this one time Rhonda and I were in a cab in Japan where I was talking with the driver. Lily and I were together for nearly 20 years already at that point but she stated how impressed she was with me. I thought she was being sarcastic at my broken Japanese with Japanese apologies peppered in for my bad grammar to the driver. But I realized to Lily's ear it all sounded fluent.

Back to Netflix, the only bittersweet to "The Rain" is that its location has always been on Lily's bucket list. Denmark. She has long some distant relatives there she doesn't know but, I think, she would've attempted to visit at least one - unannounced. She liked to bring a smile to somewhat strangers. Whether it was a childhood neighbor who relocated to Big Bear or a cashier at Ralph's she knew from long ago.

Something, I would never do but would admire from a just few feet away.

Every time.

Like she did in that cab.