Well after a six week stint as a working stiff I have
returned. I took a short term job as a consultant to the High Court to write a
procedure manual for the court bailiffs and then provide training for the
bailiffs on the manual and some general training for professional development.
It was an interesting experience and gave me a better understanding of the police
operations here in the Marshall Islands.
Becky and I spent spring break in Kosrae which is a small
nation state, part of the Federated States of Micronesia. The population of the
island is about 6500 and has a land mass of about 47 square miles with hills,
water falls, and mangrove swamps. It was
a very relaxing time and we had great experience.
Upon our return to Majuro, Becky returned to work and I
had one day left with the court. Becky has been teaching a contemporary living
class for her seniors and she currently has me teaching a first aid class. I’m
not a certified instructor but there isn’t a certified instructor on the island
so I’m it. We have been working out of a first aid/CPR manual and even if they
don’t get a certification they will have a good working knowledge of the
material.
On a sad note, before I started my job, most mornings I
was having morning coffee at a little stand down the road. The stand was run by
a Marshallese man and his daughter. Bob
was a nice guy with a voracious reading habit and we would discuss books and
exchanged a few. After my job ended I returned to the stand to have my morning
coffee and found that Bob had passed away several weeks prior. I will miss the
time we spent together.
Becky left for Guam on Saturday and Mischief and I have
been hanging out at the house. Lots of reading, guitar practicing, dog walking,
and Xbox playing to keep us amused. I’ll be meeting Becky on Tuesday and we
will be spending a few days seeing Guam. I was stationed there when I was in
the service and it will be fun to see the changes that have occurred in 34 years.
Well, time to walk the dog and then practice my guitar.
Life’s tough when you’re a Cabana Boy.
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