Mac attack

When I arrived five days ago, the MacBook Air I ordered was waiting for me. Every day, David asks me if I've opened it and every day I have lots of reasons why I haven't.

I have good reasons. Wiring money is complicated and time consuming (I've been to Office Depot twice to fax things and spent lots of time on the phone). I'm preparing for a freelance writing gig, also time consuming--lots of research. And I'm trying to figure out what happened to my Queen's application, which disappeared. Then there's caregiving--which would keep me busy if I had nothing else to do.

Anyway, my freelance team wants to connect me to their server, so I took a deep breath and opened the slick white Apple box. David said "all you need to do" (his favorite IT mantra) is unplug the internet cable from mom's modem and plug it into my skinny little Air. Except there is no port for such a plug because the Air is wireless only, which neither David nor I understood.

So my choice was to go to a neighbor's to use their wireless account or a restaurant or wait until I get back to Ulster. I chose the latter because then I will have IT support (David).

In the meantime, I showed the skinny laptop to my neighbor, which compelled me to actually open it. It started talking to me. Always unnerving. First I had to choose my language. I know this one! Then choose my country. Hmmm. I'm in the U.S. right now. I live in the U.K. I'll be predominantly writing for a U.S. client. Where am I?

I quickly turned off the computer, put it back in its box, and look forward to setting up my account when I have IT support and am online.
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