I left yesterday's post with the expressed hope of getting out to do some early evening shopping, but I settled upon a walk instead. However, before heading away, I watched a wonderful Christmas movie released in 2006 titled The Road to Christmas.
The movie punched all of the buttons, making strong connection with me. In other words, it affected my emotions strongly ─ and I know that the Appleton Estate Special Blend amber rum I was enjoying with the movie helped that to happen.
Yes, I shed tears as I sat here in my old age, knowing that my socially isolated life will never experience that kind of joyous storybook finish.
The only actor I was familiar with was the male lead ─ Clark Gregg, the same chap who played Agent Phil Coulson throughout the T.V. series Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
I deemed the movie to have been extremely well acted, and found Clark Gregg's co-star Jennifer Grey to be convincingly wonderful. Even Clark Gregg's character's daughter ─ played by actress Megan Park ─ was so very believable as a teen who adored her father and wanted the best for him.
I noticed in the Wikipedia articles about Clark Gregg and Jennifer Grey that the actress is nearly two years older than her co-star ─ it's nice to see a romantic pairing like that, even if it is fiction.
I would love to rewatch this come Christmastime, but my younger brother let me know this afternoon that we will not be having the two-day Christmas movie binge that had started to become a tradition when he would bring his girlfriend Bev over for Christmas.
She works in a bar, and is scheduled to work both Christmas Eve and Boxing Day.
Exacerbating this predicament is a driving suspension that my brother has achieved two weeks ago. Poor Bev might not mind too very much busing here with my brother ─ she lives and works approximately two miles from here. But if she was to spend Christmas Day and than overnight it here, the notion of busing to work would be a trial.
She is only a short walk from work where she lives.
And so Bev is unlikely to even be a presence here at Christmas, and I will keenly miss that. She has always been a delight to watch Christmas movies with. On his own, my brother is a miserable, snarking grouch when it comes to romantic Christmas movies like The Road to Christmas.
It bodes not to be much of a Christmas here at all. There isn't even likely to be a Christmas dinner.
Following the movie, I left here considering the possib8lity of doing some shopping; but I soon decided that the shopping was best left alone in my state, still quite feeling the effects of the rum. It is not a very good idea to be shopping under the influence.
I went to an elementary school to do some pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings in its playground. However, as I stood beneath them, in the darkness I was able to perceive a bicycle propped up against a child's fort platform that at most is maybe chest height above the ground.
Suspicious about that, I peered more intently into the darkness, and made out a human form scrunched up into a huddled sitting posture, as if trying to sleep. Seeing that, I withdrew and left ─ noticing four or five possible beer cans lying about.
I suspect that the person was likely a youth who had let some partying with one or more others get the better of him, and overcome with an excess of drinking, he found it needful to hole up where he was ─ perhaps he had even been sick from over-drinking, and was into a terrible hangover.
It was quite cold out, too. I thought that it might dip to the freezing mark ere the night was done.
I've been in that lad's drunken plight, if that was indeed his situation.
In all, I probably had myself a walk approaching two miles by the time I was home again.
I decided to watch an episode of a T.V. series that I am still into the first season of ─ Good Trouble. It ran me after 9:00 p.m. ─ the cutoff I have for my brother. To wit, if he is not home by 9:00 p.m., he is probably going to be too stupid drunk to watch T.V. with.
We do so via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box ─ the same device that located The Road to Christmas, thanks to the 'app' Cinema HD that is downloaded into it. But I operate the Android TV Box ─ my brother doesn't quite know how to.
Anyway, he arrived home and caught me unawares ─ I was still in the living room with the T.V. on. And so I decided to give him a chance, though I was doubtful.
Well, not five minutes into an episode of 12 Monkeys, I saw that he was falling unconscious ─ eyes shut, and head drooping.
He then quickly pulled himself alert and looked about, then rose to rummage about in the kitchen. That was when I cancelled out of the episode and shut down the Android TV Box.
My brother objected, but as I justified to him, I had no intention of going any farther into the episode, only to have to shut it down much deeper into it and then have to rewatch the whole damned thing over again this morning with him when he was sober.
I then left him to the T.V. and his solitary drinking in the living room, and I came upstairs and was to bed before 10:00 p.m.
I had a good block of a three or so hours' sleep, and was back up well ahead of 2:00 a.m. to put some work into the post I have on the go at one of my six hosted websites. I never returned to bed until shortly before 5:00 a.m.
By the way, my brother and I were to watch that episode of 12 Monkeys late in the morning after watching an episode of The Graham Norton Show from this past Spring that had Taylor Swift as a guest.
I have never thought much of Taylor. But then, I had never seen her on a talk show before ─ what a wonderful charmer!
She had performed her song "Me!" and had her legs bared practically to her buttocks, for she was sporting something like hotpants.
The other guests were four actors from the latest (and final?) X-Men movie. When Taylor joined them in her scanty outfit with her so very gorgeous long legs, she seemed taller than everyone. Even seated, she seemed taller; and her legs looked longer than anyone else's (the four X-Men actors were two men and two women).
I now see that she is indeed tall ─ this is from CountryLiving.com:
"I didn’t like being tall when I would walk up to a group of girls, and they were all a head shorter than me," the singer, who is between 5'10" and 5'11", revealed to Girl's Life.
I was so wrong about that girl ─ I adore her now! She truly is spectacular.
It is approaching 9:00 p.m., so I want to get this post over with before my brother shows up from the bar.
We've been having skunk lawn damage since at least this past Spring, but the worst was done at some point overnight in our backyard. I recorded a short video about it ─ the comment afterward is my description at YouTube where I posted the video just before getting to work on this post:
This brief video clip taken early in the afternoon of December 16, 2019 is a slow scan of backyard lawn damage that was done overnight by a skunk ─ or maybe a whole "herd" of skunks, from the look of it.
This sort of damage has been a recurring problem since possibly the Spring, but never has there been this much nefarious activity.
The front yard has also been targeted before, but not like this. Had this been the front yard, it would be essentially humiliating!
Just what can be done, anyhow?
We can't afford anything expensive ─ even my younger brother is an old age pensioner....
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