Early last evening, I managed to catch one further Christmas movie that I was able to watch via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box ─ probably using the Cinema HD 'app' that I have downloaded into the device.
The movie was 2010's A Nanny for Christmas, and it was better than I had thought it might be. And although lead actress Emmanuelle Vaugier's name was meaningless to me, I definitely recognized her from some of her other roles.
She is very beautiful, but it looked to me as if there is just something a little 'off' where her eyes are concerned ─ it almost seemed like she might have suffered some sort of ocular damage earlier in life. Her soulful eyes didn't seem to me to be evenly aligned.
Her supporting actress Cynthia Gibb had the lead role in another Christmas movie I had watched within the past week or two ─ 2007's An Accidental Christmas. I liked her character in that older movie somewhat more than I did in A Nanny for Christmas.
However, Cynthia's two T.V. kids were perfectly adorable in last evening's feature. And even though the actor playing her son was absolutely familiar to me, I just could not place where I knew him from. I now see that he played the role of young magic-believer Henry in the T.V. series Once Upon a Time.
The youngster ─ Jared Gilmore ─ is now 19 years old as of exactly seven months ago!
I enjoyed the movie, but I cannot say for certain that I would ever deliberately choose to watch it again in the future. Its Christmas association was not all that strong.
Following the movie, I watched an episode of The Rookie. That took me to a little past 9:00 p.m., and my younger brother was still not home from wherever he had gone to drink.
I expected that he would probably be too drunk to be worth trying to watch any shows with, so I turned off the T.V. and came upstairs here to my computer. And within a very few minutes, I heard him coming into the house ─ followed under a minute later by my youngest stepson, who had been away in his older brother's car.
Judging by my brother's brief conversation with the young man, I figured that my brother was best avoided. And so it was that before it was quite 9:30 p.m., I was into my bed. My brother was downstairs already reclined in front of the T.V. he had turned on.
I felt a little guilty, but no one is forcing him to go out and get drunk every damned day. I had nursed maybe three or so ounces of Captain Morgan spiced rum during the Christmas movie, but that was it.
The rum, by the way, was a Christmas present from my brother.
I managed to quell my sentimentality concerning my brother, and eventually managed to fall asleep.
But by 2:00 a.m. at latest, I was awake and getting up from bed to come here to my computer and put more work into the post I have almost completed at one of my six hosted websites. First, though, I went downstairs and turned on the living room Christmas lights. And then I went outside into a very light, misty rain and took a small stroll just up the street to see what other homes still had Christmas lights on display.
There were few within sight that did. Most people probably turn off their lights when they go to bed for the night.
Anyway, had I slept longer, I had thought that I might undergo the nearly three-mile hike to a specific supermarket to do a little shopping ─ the store opens at 7:00 a.m., so I would have wanted to be leaving here by around 6:15 a.m.
Well, I was back in bed before it was yet 5:30 a.m. The trip was off.
The outdoor Christmas lights had been on ever since the evening when I watched the Christmas movie, so I turned them off early this morning ere my return to bed. The house was in full darkness at last.
It was a little after 9:00 a.m. when I roused and then got up once more. My brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom.
Had he not done so by 10:00 a.m., I was going to have an old Christmas movie all set to play on T.V. downstairs. However, it was not to be ─ he too soon did come forth from his bedroom.
I suppose it has pretty much lightly rained all the day, and is still doing so this evening ─ and it seems so mild out. Early this a.m. when I scouted around a short distance up the street, I had no jacket ─ just a t-shirt.
I watched some T.V. with my brother from 10:00 a.m. till a bit after 1:00 p.m. when he sought some bed rest to fortify himself for his afternoon venture forth to go drinking. I had a small meal, then also returned to my bed and napped.
My brother was gone when I rose.
Right now it is 6:23 p.m., and I would like to try and tune in yet another Christmas movie before my brother shows up ─ and I'll have some more of my spiced rum.
Before I close, however, I want to recognize that today is the third anniversary since lovely, young 12-year-old Katelyn Nicole Davis of the state of Georgia hung herself in her yard as darkness closed in for the night.
Yesterday I talked a little about her, for I was extremely depressed very early in the morning. At the time, I did not feel like linking to any articles about her for anyone reading this who is unfamiliar with the poor thing.
Well, it happened yesterday that I came across a very touching 26-minute tribute of sorts that a young man made for her exactly a year after her suicide. I did not expect that I would watch it ─ it seemed too long. But I did.
Provided that the video remains available, you can find it here ─ it has a "viewer discretion" advisory: Katelyn Nicole Davis ─ ONE YEAR LATER.
As I said, it is now three years later, and she is not forgotten in the least.
As I said, it is now three years later, and she is not forgotten in the least.
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