We had to hire men with a hammer drill and a masonry saw to do the demolition of the toilet pit that was made incorrectly. John, the mason, tried to take it apart with a hammer and chisel but it was slow going because the mortar had completely dried and he made it rich with lots of cement. Another wasted day! The electricity was off when the men arrived so they had to wait for it to come back on. They worked for about 10 minutes when it went off again. We finally left them with the work and came back to Yendi. Steve needed to go to the Child Center anyway. I wanted to leave before someone got electrocuted! The first guy climbed down in the pit with flip flop type sandals; the pit has water in the bottom. I told them to at least give him a cement block to stand on. I asked if they had rubber boots but they did not. We brought an extension cord from the mission house and they brought wires that had no plugs on them. They twisted the wires together and shoved them into the socket of the extension cord. The other end of the wires they wrapped around the plug of the hammer drill and tied it on with a piece of a plastic bag. The wires were draped over the pit just waiting to fall into the water. We warned them about the wires and the water but no one seemed to care! I finally told them to be careful because we did not have time to go to the hospital today! They laughed and carried on! It is like working with a bunch of teenagers!
A new set of twins came to the Child Center this morning; they were both girls. Their mother died a couple weeks ago. The babies were very small when they were born; 1.5 and 1.6 kilos (3.3 pounds and 3.52 pounds) . They are now 5 months old and still very small. Today they both weighed 3 kilos (6.6 pounds). The mother had a C-Section and she never healed for it! She must have had complications from the surgery or a serious infection. Another of those cases that we will never know the ends and outs of. We gave them small baby clothes. The babies looked good.
Mr. Iddrisu continued painting the kitchen today. Did I tell you that his left leg is swollen? He still does not want to go to the doctor because he says it is getting better; we can’t see that it is any better. We told him that he really needed to go to the hospital and see a doctor. He said that he was taking antibiotics that he bought over the counter and he is using antibiotic ointment on it. We suspect that he is going for local treatment but he denies it. He was late for work this morning because he was getting his leg dressed. He said that he was the one treating and dressing his leg. I told him that whatever he was doing was not working. He assured me it was working and he could see changes in his foot /ankle.
Take care and enjoy your day!
In HIS Service,
Steve, Kandie and Skeeter
The Monkeyshines
I am to be congratulated; I have only had to go to the “time-out” box one time this week! I know that it is only Monday but it sounds better to say I have only had to be in time out one time this week instead of saying that it is only Monday and I have already had to be in time out. It is Mom’s fault really; she always gets me in trouble! I bit her hand when she was trying to get me untangled; I thought she was trying to take my toy away from me! I was very apologetic just before she let me out of time-out. The way this time-out works is that when I have been in there far too long, I am allowed to get out. To get out I have to reach my hand out and let Mom hold it until she gets me hooked back on my leash. If I am very quick, I can snatch my hand away and then I am free to jump all over the room. I got free today but not for very long! I jumped on the desk that has the computer, then on the clothes rack, back to the bed, up on the sewing table all the while dodging Mom! Then I heard, “Ok, Skeeter I have had enough of this nonsense! I am getting “my broom”!” She disappears for a minute and reappears with “the dreaded broom”! I tried to hide from her and “the broom” under the desk but I knew that was never going to work! She smacked “the broom” on the floor a couple times and said, “you better come out or I will get you with my broom!” I came creeping out from under the desk; she put the broom down and picked me up; I gave her monkey kisses and all was forgiven!
When Mom gets that broom out, she turns into the “Wicked Witch of the West”!
Love, Skeeter
