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Day 141: Macresarf1's Year of the Apocalypse 2012 -- Catching up

This morning, about 10:30, a senior techman from AT%T called.  He wanted to make one last attempt to install my modem properly before following through with the Monday installation order. We worked for an hour, and finally, achieved success.  Then, he turned me over to a very positive wi-fi installer, Amber Lee, who soon had me fully logged on.  She wanted to help Son Guy with wi-fi, for after all, he was the object of this past ordeal, but Guy had been up with nerves.  He wanted to sleep a few more hours, and so, she scheduled his session for between 3:30 and 4:30.

    In those hours between, I quietly kept importing my CD collection until (by late this evening, actually) about 90% of my music and the best of my Old Time Radio and spoken word were in the machine.

   Close to five o'clock, I phoned AT&T because no call back had occurred.  After a little housekeeping with a techie, I turned him over to Guy, and in less than ten minutes, he had Guy on the wireless.

     This evening, I watched John Ford's superb and underrated (at least, in its time) production of  Eugene O'Neil's THE LONG VOYAGE HOME (1939).  What a great motion picture.  The cinematographer was Gregg Toland, and one can easily see how he carried some of his experimental photography over to Orson Welles' CITIZEN KANE, two years later.  The ensemble acting of Ford's "stock company" was never better, and John Wayne proved in this picture that, with effort, he could create character -- in this case, an innocent Swedish sailor on whom the plot hinges.

   Guy's lady friend prepared most of an excellent dinner, and a couple of Guy's new friends came in to work with him on the laptop.

   After importing a little more music, I'm ready for bed.

   Macresarf1 would write no more this day.