Tonight Wakana and I drove over to the other side of the island to have a last dinner at Hoa Mai. We stopped to put air in one of the tires. While there I looked at the sky and made her turn around to see it.

There was a thin haze of high altitude cloud turned pale pink by the sunset. To the west of the line of cloud the sky was a beautiful turquoise fading to pale lavender. To the east the sky faded quickly to dark space shot through with twinkling stars. And shining through the pink haze was just the barest fingernail of moon. It was gorgeous.

We got out our cold weather clothes and tried them on. They still fit and do not smell too musty. I ordered some boot from Beans. They are at my sister's house now. I'm not sure we can fit everything into the suitcases.

A couple of my students were selling calendars to support the Gef Pago Island Dance troop. I bought five to use as Christmas presents and looking at them I wish I had bought more. Several of my students are in there. The pictures are so pretty.

We'll arrive at the Portland Jetport around 1045 Monday evening. My sister will pick us up and take us to Monmouth for the night. Next day we'll head up to Houlton.

I'm a little worried about my Dad. He's been fighting some form of leukemia, a form that apparently is common in the elderly. He's been getting blood transfusions and chemotherapy. I think Mom is worried too. Don't know how things will play out but I've gotta see what's going on.

I spent the day working on my correcting job. It's an impressive pile of paper the students have generated. All I have left are the final exams and the extra credits then I get to load it all into the computer.

Why did I think being a teacher was a good idea?