Wakana's job withh World Bridal is a continuing source of frustration and stress. She really doesn't like it. The other day she moaned a wish that I would find her a better job.

Friday, after a particularly frustrating and difficult day, she arrived home ragged and sweaty to the news that she has a job interview on Thursday. Actually we both do. I had seen an ad in the paper for the Japanese School in Mangilao. They are looking for ESL teachers. I went over there to pick up the applications and was told they had to be in before 6:00. Wakana was at work. So I came home, filled out both applications, attached our resumes to them, and delivered them by 5:30. The news perked her up though she is concerned about her ability to teach English.

Our air conditioning has been turned off. The day is cool, relatively, and we have the doors and windows open. The noise of the chickens reverberates through the house. A gaggle of chicks just paraded past my window calling loudly for their mother. There are two big roosters in the flock, one is basic black and white with speckles and black and green tail feathers. He is quite a creature but his rival is gloriously colored in browns, reds, greens and black highlights. The colorful one is obviously subordinate to the black and white rooster. I saw the confrontation yesterday which ended in quite a chase.

The big news on the island is that secret surveilance cameras and microphones have been found at the airport. It's a huge scandal with no agency claiming ownership. The local law enforcement agenciies are pointing fingers at the Feds and the Feds are denying everything.

The other news is a big push to dispose of junk cars all over the island. Hundreds have been picked up, many more than expected. This month they will be picking up cars in our village. Rusted beaten hulks are appearing all over the place to be there in time for the disposal teams to come in. One day you drive by an empty patch of ground and next there are two cars sitting there, then four, then five, etc., until there is a pile of twisted rusty metal waiting for the disposal people to arrive.