As soon as we finished our walk, we headed to the hardware store and bought a stick of 4-inch drain pipe. The mason is going to need it to put in the wall to allow the run off rain water to pass through. By the time we got to Kulkpeni the mason had already laid the strings out to demarcate the wall; we only made an adjustment as to where the main gate was going to go. Steve took his saws and cut the branches off the trees that were in the way of people passing. Presently the road is on the edge of the church property. Steve shifted the wall to leave a fire lane on the outside of the property. When he moved the wall placement it relieved the problem of cutting down 2 trees. All he had to do was trim them so large trucks could pass by. After he trimmed the trees, we did some hand weeding to make the new road. We like the mason; he seems to know what he is doing, well, at least he does not argue with me like Dawda, the mason, that works on the mission property does. It is unclear as to whether or not John, the new mason, has ever built this type wall so we will have to see how it goes. We contracted for him to hire his own men, pay them, feed them and make sure they have water to drink. This is only the first day of the project but he is already complaining that we are not paying him enough! He said that the digging was too much. Sorry for your bad luck! We are paying him by the room. A room is made up of 350 cement blocks. When he was complaining I asked him if he had ever built a room that he did not have to dig and make a footer! He laughed and went back to work! At least it has been raining and the ground is soft. Before we left this morning the men that were hand digging the footer had almost finished one side.
Timothy, the electrician, is supposed to be working up a list of what he will need to wire the new rooms. Maybe he can start working on that next week.
I got half of the fabric scraps that we bought earlier in the week washed. It took 5 washings to get the dye out! I let the first batch soak overnight. The second batch is in the washing machine soaking. I don’t have enough clothes pens or clothes line space to hang all those little scraps of fabric so they are on a big sheet of plastic in the living room under the fan. It is very humid so they will not be dry by morning but if the sun comes out tomorrow, I will put them out in the yard.
Thank you for the love, prayers and support.
In HIS Service,
Steve, Kandie and Skeeter
The Monkeyshines
The other day during the horrible storm Mom braved the elements and came out to free me from jail. I was so scared and it was getting dark so I was throwing myself all over my jail cell. Someone should make me a padded cell so that when the storms come, I will not hurt myself. Mom was getting soaked and I could not bring myself to go through that dark area and get to Mom. She walked around to the back of my cell and opened the small slide out door where they feed me. I could see her very well and so I slipped through the small door and jumped into her arms! I was saved!
Not only was I saved I had found a new way to get out of jail! Yesterday when she opened the little door to take out the old food and put in the new dish of food I tried my best to squeeze myself between her and the cage! I was not successful but now that the idea is in my head I will not forget!
Mom caught a grasshopper for me when she was at Kulkpeni this morning pulling weeds; she put it in a plastic water bag that someone else had been drinking out of! Really, how nasty is that? Eating from a bag that a stranger has been drinking from; there are so many things wrong with that picture! No only the germs for the stranger but what about those microplastics I will be ingesting? That grasshopper was in the plastic bag for a while; he was probably full of them too! What are they trying to do, kill me? Don’t they pay any attention to all the warnings in the news and all over the internet? When all was said and done; I did not eat the grasshopper; it was a weird color of green and it had a spiky head so I “accidently” let it get away!
Accidentally on Purpose!
Love, Skeeter
