I was able to log in two further Christmas movies last evening before my younger brother made it home from the bar. Throughout the pair, I enjoyed two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I try to keep in stock, plus two or three ounces of Appleton Estate Signature Blend amber rum.
Note that I had a supper after the second beer and before I started into the rum ─ the meal centred around a delicious turkey drumstick.
The first movie I watched via the Cinema HD 'app' downloaded into our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box was The Christmas Choir. I don't have any idea how closely the movie story resembled the true event it is based upon, but I don't believe that I will likely watch the movie again at some future Christmastime.
Even so, I very much enjoyed watching very beautiful actress Marianne Farley who played a gal staffing a subway token booth who was to become romantically involved with the main character. I was wholly unfamiliar with her, and curious to learn her age ─ good luck with that! She has done a superb job of keeping her birth date secret from the world.
The second movie I tuned in via that same 'app' was Our First Christmas. I think that I got more emotional from this movie than I did from The Christmas Choir.
Basically, the plot involved a couple of single parents living together in a sunny clime such as would be experienced around Los Angeles, and who married one another less than a year earlier ─ both of them were widowers, having each lost their first spouse.
The woman had a teen daughter, while the man had a very young son and a tween daughter. The man's father lived down the street from the merged family, and was a common fixture ─ apparently he was a retired minister or priest.
Christmas was coming, and both sets of step-siblings had their hearts set upon celebrating the kind of Christmas each had always experienced when both of their biological parents were together.
In the case of the woman and her daughter, that had always been spending Christmas at a rented cabin in the wintry mountains of another state where they typically skied and had snowball fights and all the rest of what goes with a snowy Christmas.
The father and his two kids had always become involved in some local Christmas pageant and celebrated the family Christmas there at home.
Somewhat complicating things was the visit of the woman's former mother-in-law (played by Dixie Carter of Designing Women) who of course is still the grandmother of the woman's daughter. Fortunately, the mother and the grandmother are very close to one another ─ none of the stereotypical mother-in-law / daughter-in-law conflicts.
The reason that the grandmother's visit was anything like a complication is because she brought some gifts ─ snowy-mountain related presents like a snowboard and skis, for she was always included in the annual cabin retreat.
What was nice about how this was played is that the step-siblings actually cared very much for one another, so there were no rivalrous tantrums.
And of course, there seemed something brewing between the grandmother ─ who looked damned fetching in her tight jeans, I must say ─ and the man's father.
The two daughters were both adorable; and were played by Cassi Thomson as the older girl, and Grace Fulton as the younger lass who was attractive beyond her young years.
I can see myself watching this movie again at a future Christmastime.
I see that actress Dixie Carter is exactly six months and a day older than I am ─ she turned 70 back in April, whereas I did not until October.
It was also a little interesting to me that actress Kat Graham had a supporting role as an assistant to the grandmother back where the grandmother lived and worked. I well recognized Kat as the witch character Bonnie from the T.V. series Vampire Diaries, even though the actress's name rang no bells.
As I have pointed out in a recent previous post, I tend to dwell upon the actresses in the movies and T.V. shows that I watch, so I don't often bother identifying or commenting upon the actors.
Our First Christmas happily concluded before my younger brother was yet home. The evening was wearing on, so I decided to call it quits where T.V. was concerned and get to bed in order to avoid having to potentially sit up late with my brother.
I cannot remember the exact time now, but it may have been after 10:00 p.m. once I was into bed, and he was still not home. At least one of my two stepsons were present, so I left all of the indoor and outdoor Christmas lights on.
I slept, but by around 2:00 a.m. I felt like I was into a hangover, and in need of a visit to the bathroom and a good drink of cold water. By then, my brother was already shut up into his bedroom for the night, and he had turned off the indoor Christmas lights.
I returned to bed for some more dreamy sleep, and next found myself checking the time at 4:00 a.m. Initially I thought to try for some further sleep, but then I remembered that it was likely best that I rise and put some work into the post I am nearing completion at one of my six hosted websites.
And so I rose, and turned back on the indoor Christmas lights downstairs in the living room.
I was not ready to return to bed until nigh 6:15 a.m., if I am remembering correctly; and I did so after turning off all of the Christmas lights.
I gained some further sleep, and did not again check the time until just after 9:00 a.m. It seemed to me that the T.V. was on already ─ this is practically unthinkable, for my brother usually involves himself with the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun until the arrival of midday.
And sure enough ─ I opened my bedroom door around 9:15 a.m. to see him already reclined in his chair and watching T.V. I remained upstairs at work on my private blog here at my computer until around 10:00 a.m., then went downstairs to fix myself a hot caffeinated beverage.
He was watching nature shows. Upon enquiring, I learned that he had indeed already burned through the newspaper ─ apparently it was exceptionally thin today.
Well, had he not already immersed himself into T.V., it had been my intention to tune in an old Bing Crosby Christmas movie at 10:00 a.m. But I had no intention of joining him to watch nature shows, so I returned here to continue working ─ this time on this post in my public blog.
Right now it is 11:53 a.m. as I type these words, and my brother has for some while been shut up in his bedroom already seeking some further rest. Perhaps I will break now, and see about getting some more time in bed myself.
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Right now, the time is 4:30 p.m., and I have basically just finished watching yet another Christmas movie ─ 2008's A Kiss at Midnight.
Well, it had nothing at all to do with Christmas, so I'm not even going to speak of it, even though I did enjoy it.
My wife has made an extremely unusual appearance just as I have begun resuming this post, and she has changed into her housecoat ─ she must be planning to spend some time here. Normally, she spends her weekends somewhere in Vancouver.
Such is my disastrously failed marriage.
She seems to be doing some cooking, but she is only home now for the sake of her two sons, I have no doubt.
The eldest lad earlier took my brother to Home Depot where my brother bought three rolls of wide-mesh wire that I thought he intended to line the base of our backyard wooden fence with in order to deter skunk access and the further lawn damage one or more of them are wreaking by tearing up the lawn turf in apparent search of grubs and worms and whatever else.
However, instead my brother and stepson laid some of the wire across the huge portion of the lawn where the vandalism has been active. He intends to leave it thus until the Spring when he hopes to try and restore the lawn, and probably drench it with insecticide to render it less productive of the dietary morsels that are so clearly attracting the skunks.
Since I am unlikely to be blogging any further today, I will close here ─ I have no idea how long my wife is going to be home. I indulged in some more of the rum while watching A Kiss at Midnight, and I now intend to drink some more after tuning in some other movie as yet undetermined.
My brother left shortly before the movie finished to go drinking, so I am hoping that he will be later spending the evening and the night at the home of his girlfriend Bev.
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