Poor Wakana. Last night over our supper of curry and riice she began to reminisce about Maine. She was thinking of the day I had gone down to Bangor and Mom was at work. It had been only her and Dad at home. She'd made curry then. Next thing I knew she was crying. She is homesick for a place she has only visited once. I understand. The Farm, and my parents, can have that effect on people. I guess going back to The Farm is really in our future.

Today we finished water blasting the roof. We got it pretty much done before the machine ran out of gas. After refueling it and starting it up the high pressure hose blew of with a report like a gunshot. The gasket is gone and we cannot finish until we get another. Wakana was having a great time up there. I took up a chair and we tooke turns working while the other relaxed. The view is spectacular, much better than ground level.

I don't know if I have ever described this house to you. It is a one story concrete building that sits on a small lot off a small dead end road on the side of the mountains. The jungle presses in behind us and the land rises steeply up to the peak way up over our heads. There are several mango trees back there, tall trees that feed us in the spring. In front of the house the land drops away. The house in front of us is low enough that we look at its roof.

Beyond that house the land falls into a valley. Across the valley the Harry S. Truman High School stands with its monolithic main building, windowless and stark, marring the view. Beyond that the ocean glimmers through its various shades of blue and sometimes gray.

Our house is a three bedroom ranch. We have one bathroom, a large livingroom and an eat-in kitchen. There are three exterior doors, an outdoor closet and wide eaves as is normal in Guam. The back corner of the house has no eave, only a tangle of rebar where a falling tree once took off the eave. Long streaks of black mold color the wall there. We would have cleaned off that mold today but...

All in all it is a comfortable place. Gordon has dug a ditch around the back of the property to channel water off of the lawn but a part of the back wall has collapsed and now we have a very wet lawn. It is the rainy season, as I have said before, so we get rain every day and that works to keep the lawn wet enough that you can churn up mud just walking across it.