We were up very late last night; the last time I looked at the clock it was 2:30 am. It took us so long to get the numbers to justify on the spreadsheet for the audit. We kept finding mistakes and remembering things that needed to be added. Each month has its own total and if you change on entry in March, it changes the totals for all the months that follow it. We are happy to say that we finally got everything finalized and were able to print the spreadsheets this morning. The auditor never complains about the excel spreadsheet or the way we keep track of the receipts. Steve said that actually we are doing the bulk of his job for him.
We left at noon and headed to Tamale to take the paperwork to the auditor’s office. We did not have anything else to do in Tamale so as soon as we dropped off the receipts we turned around and headed back to Yendi. It was around 5:30 when we got back to the mission house.
Amama did not come to work again today. I had Zorash call her to see if she was going to be able to come tomorrow and make up her days. She said that she could not come tomorrow but she would be here on Saturday. We will need her help on Saturday too. I told Zorash that if she was free, she could work both Saturday morning and afternoon and make up both of the days that she owes. Zorash also owes us a day; she said that she would also come on Saturday so we should have lots of help closing up the house and getting ready to leave.
Hope that you guys are having a nice Thanksgiving. Our grandkids are out of school for the week; sure wish that we were able to be there to enjoy their time off with them. We bought our Thanksgiving meal off the street today. We stopped on our way to Tamale and bought fried yams with fresh hot sauce, beans with gari, and Wakeeye (white rice that is cooked in the dried leaves from sorghum; the leaves turn the rice either purple or a dark reddish purple). The rice is then topped with a tomato oil stew that has mystery meat cooked in it, cooked spaghetti noodles, finely sliced cabbage and slivered onions. Meat or boiled eggs are optional for an additional charge. The lady had run out of the spaghetti today but it was good nonetheless. This was the darkest Wakeeye we have ever eaten; it looked like raw hamburger.
Take care and be careful while you are traveling around for the holidays! Eat some turkey for us!
In HIS Service,
Steve, Kandie and Skeeter
The Monkeyshines
I am not feeling so well today. Dad gave me an injection yesterday of Ivermectin. The shots always make me feel bad for a couple days. After Dad gave me the shot, I kept reaching back grabbing the place where he hurt me! The worst part of getting a shot is that Mom has to hold me down! I usually have some advance warning because we get in the truck and go for a ride and then I smell the awful smell of the Vet’s office and see all those strangers standing around looking at me but this shot was totally unexpected! The parents came at me out of nowhere! Before I knew what was about to happen Mom had a towel thrown over my head and under my arms; she had a death grip on that towel! She was holding me so tight that I could hardly breathe! It was awful! I saw my short little life flash before my eyes! I have to say that Dad was good! He had that needle ready and as soon as Mom had me trapped, he jumped into action. He was finished before I knew he had started! But I still feel bad today! I am just not interested in eating much!
To add insult to injury I was outside this morning playing in the big mango tree when all of a sudden, I was snatched out of the tree and shoved back in solitary confinement and the parents got in the red truck and drove away again! I am sick and tired of them going off and leaving me! At least they were not gone very long today and they came back with fresh fruit; they found a ripe mango so I had a few pieces for my Thanksgiving supper!
I am tired, I hope that I sleep good tonight and feel better in the morning.
Give me some Tylenol!
Love, Skeeter
