Meri and Amama started deep cleaning the apartment this morning. The workers were slow coming to work because it rained heavily most of the night. It stopped about the time for us to take our walk this morning. I was disappointed; I thought that I was going to get to take a day off from walking! Around 9:00 the clouds cleared and we were able to do the washing. We washed 3 loads and they had enough time to dry before it got dark.
Around noon Gomda, the mechanic, called and said that he figured out that the problem with the red truck was that one of the rear brakes had partially locked up and whatever was supposed to release the brake was not releasing hence the reason the tail brake lights stayed on and the brake pedal would not come all the way up. We tried to tell him it was a brake problem. The temperature gauge was reading hot which threw him off. He thought that the truck had overheated which caused it not to have power to climb the hills. When he opened the radiator cap it was full of water and coolant, no hissing, no boiling over. So, we knew that was not the problem. He had the electrician come and look at the truck to see if he could figure out why the temperature gauge was reading hot. He pulled out the dashboard and checked the instruments and concluded that the temperature gauge had stopped working. Imagine that! On these rough roads it is a wonder that anything works on any of the vehicles!
We were already planning on going to Tamale tomorrow to have the blue van serviced so Steve called and made an appointment for the red truck too. We are preparing to take what we need to spend the night because we doubt that they will be able to finish both vehicles tomorrow. They might have to order a new instrument panel for the red truck so that might be a go and come type thing.
While we were in town checking on the red truck we decided to buy lunch off of the street. We found fried yams, fried plantain, green leaf stew, black-eyed peas and freshly fried bread. We had a feast.
The workers were happy that I boiled the peanuts the lady in the village gave us yesterday after worship. After we cooked them, we divided them with the workers.
I finished counting and gathering the figures from the patients’ charts that we will use to put in the annual report. Steve is still working on the written report.
Take care and have a good week!
In HIS Service,
Steve, Kandie and Skeeter
The Monkeyshines
I have suffered “monkey abuse” and I would like to make a formal complaint! Mom found an older package of baby wipes when she was organizing one of the shelves. She said, “Well, I had better use these first before they dry out and are worthless!” Sounds like a good plan only the baby wipes were not baby wipes; they were hand sanitizing disinfectant wipes! Which were never intended to be used on a baby’s bottom much less a baby monkey’s bottom! As soon as Mom started cleaning me up, I started protesting! I grabbed the wipe and threw it on the ground; she just picked up another one! I danced and squirmed and tried to get away from her! Finally, she stopped and asked me what was wrong; then she spied the wet wipe container! She tried to apologize but the damage was already done! That disinfectant wipe was “SPICY”! That’s what my little cousin Lucy says when the lip balm is mentholated! Lucy is a human girl, not a monkey girl! Mom did the best she could to calm down my backside but when she put on my clean diaper the clip on my leash somehow pinched the fold of skin on my inner thigh! The clip just hung there on that little piece of skin and pulled every time I moved! Not only do I have a spicy backside, I have a bruise on my thigh!
Someone please call “The Monkey Abuse” hotline! A crime against primates has been committed!
Love, Skeeter
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