Son Guy's friend, Bill, now living in Virginia, called quite early this morning to say that he had altered his itinary and would not be spending most of his visit with old pals. Instead, he and Guy went out for coffee, and later, they came back briefly to the apartment. I had not seen Bill in over forty years. They plan to get together at least one more time.
I found myself sleepy again making my way through Emails.
Guy logged onto his laptop, only to discover that he had lost his signal. I phoned an AT&T technician who in the course of an hour or so was able to set us on a straight cyber path again.
In the afternoon, I stumbled across a cache of G-mail, some of it answered, some of it not. Another couple of hours labor reduced the list, but did not entirely eliminate it.
By then, I had grown sleepy and repaired to the couch, where I caught the early news, just before Son Jason paid a visit. He said that he would return tomorrow to pick up a dozen spare CD's for a trip to Amoeba music for second hand sale.
In the evening, I began to watch C.B. DeMille's 1939 UNION PACIFIC, starring Joel McCrae, Barbara Stanwyck, and Robert Preston. I had not seen the film since watching it in my little Northeastern Ohio theater at the time of its release. I must say, that at two and a half hours, the picture was a drag, talky and full of stereotypes and veiled prejudice. Still, once commited, I hung on until the last image.
William came later in the evening, and now that he and Guy have had something to eat, I'm going into the kitchen myself.
Macresarf1 would write no more this day.
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