My lapse into blackness was enacted following my late evening of T.V.-viewing with my younger brother last night. And despite my wife having come home from her long day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, I was not to bed until just after 1:30 a.m.
'Tis an inexcusable shame, for I had enjoyed the viewing fare earlier which led off when I tuned in and alone watched the 2012 feature The Fitzgerald Family Christmas before my brother arrived home from having some drinks at the home of his girlfriend Bev.
The movie was definitely good, and probably more dramatic than it was a play on one's sentimental emotions.
I only recognized two of the cast members, but was unable to name them. However, I thereafter did recognize the name of Ed Lauter ─ I just haven't seen him in anything for so darned many years. And since I now see in Wikipedia that he died in 2013, this may have been his final film.
The other familiar face ─ both pleasantly attractive and warm ─ I was to find out belonged to actress Connie Britton. I could not think of anything of hers that I had seen before, but I now realize that she featured quite largely in the awful T.V. series American Horror Story. This allowed me to place her in the perspective of my memory.
The closing credits of the movie included the very familiar cast name of Joyce Van Patten, but I have not seen her since she was a younger woman and consequently never even remotely recognized her as the somewhat invalid older woman that Connie Britton's character worked for as a live-in nurse.
I also noticed in those closing credits that two of the cast members had the family name of Burns, but I see through some quick research that they are apparently unrelated.
My brother arrived home just as the closing credits were finishing, and they were done before he opened the door. He professes hatred of Christmas movies and their sentimentality, so I must watch them by myself.
I had drunk at least four ounces of dark rum, and was to thereafter have two cans of beer (5% and 5.5%) while my brother and I watched the lengthy (over 2¼ hours) 2016 movie Snowden.
Even my brother enjoyed that pick of mine!
I had to point out to him that he should be familiar with the actor portraying Edward Snowden, but he still was unable to recognize anything familiar about the actor. Only after I placed the actor in context did a glimmer of recognition finally ignite, for we both enjoyed the T.V. series 3rd Rock from the Sun in which Joseph Gordon-Levitt had the role as the youngest member of the alien Solomon family (even though the alien inhabiting the human form as "Tommy Solomon" was supposedly by far the oldest of the Solomon family of aliens).
As always, I must point out that we watch our shows on T.V. via the apps downloaded into our Android TV Box.
Despite my late night, my day today could well have been far worse than it was.
My wife did not have to work today, so apart from heading out in the late afternoon on one or more errands, she has been home. (She is away on that outing as I type these words.)
Temperatures hereabouts have continued to be so unusually mild that my wife even put in some garden work, including transplanting some Michaelmas daisies from a large clump that have been showing indications of spreading too broadly in the garden plot.
When I realized that she was outside doing that gardening, I meant to take a couple or so candid photos of her. But by the time I came downstairs with my camera, she was done with the front yard and had moved out of sight to the side of the house. So ... no photos.
I have my own plans about additional transplantation to further reduce the parent clump of those flower plants. However, since the garden is in the front yard and I wish to make the transplantations to two separate areas that more or less border where pedestrians pass by, my backward nature does not allow me to perform the work except in the very earliest part of the morning ─ perhaps even before daybreak.
But with my usual late evenings watching T.V., I do not feel like rising exceptionally early to do that gardening. Nevertheless, perhaps I will see how I feel come Saturday ─ I might make the sacrifice of my morning that day. My brother has said that the next couple of weekends feature key NFL games that he plans to watch, so it is possible that we won't be watching our usual latter morning videos.
It is now a little after 6 p.m. and my wife just got back from wherever she had gone, so I am going to call it quits today where blogging is concerned.
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