When Donkey came to work this morning he said that his waist, buttock, and the back of his legs were hurting. That man already takes so much medicine; he eats Ibuprofen like it was candy, he takes Naproxen sodium, and several over the counter pain killers. We told him that he should go to the doctor and see what he advised but he did not want to do that. He said that he wanted some sort of hot ointment to put on it and that he would go to the pharmacy and tell him his problem and see what he thought he should take. He came back with some sort of pain medicine that we had never heard of, ointment that was hot and an antibiotic. Steve told him that antibiotics were not what he needed for back pain. Donkey insisted that they would be good for him. We asked if the pharmacist gave them to him and he said “No, I know this medicine and it is good for me so I bought it!” Yea, you bought it because we sent you with more money than you needed and you just decided to buy it! Honestly these people are just like children! About 15 minutes after he put on the ointment he said that his back was no longer hurting him. Now that was a miracle cure wasn’t it? Steve also gave him the smallest back brace we had in our stash; it was a medium but it was far too big for him so I cut it down and sewed it back together. Steve showed him how to put it on but that is probably the only time it will be worn correctly! Ha! Donkey cannot even figure out how to put on the rubber gloves so he just goes without when he sprays.
Today was Yendi’s big market day. We needed several things so we decided to go this morning instead of this afternoon in hopes of finding a place to park the truck. I love it when a plan comes together; we parked on the back side of the market. We got everything on our list and then some. After we left the market Steve filled the truck with diesel so we won’t have to stop before we leave for Nandundo tomorrow. Then we passed by the cold store and bought frozen leg quarters. The cupboards were getting a little bare; now we don’t have to worry about starving! Ha!
We were blocked out of the bedroom and office for most of the morning. The cement floor has chipped out in places so Steve filled them with epoxy; the stuff stinks so bad that we have to leave the room. The smell had cleared out by lunch time. Steve had opened the doors and turned on the fans.
I started a new quilt top this afternoon; the one I just finished was the quickest top I have ever made so I decided to make a baby quilt top to match it. I made another set that matched; I call them Mother-Baby quilts. One day when my grandchildren have kids I will gift the quilts to them at the baby shower. We must think ahead, mustn’t we? I am not even sure that mustn’t is the correct usage in that sentence but you get what I mean.
In His Service,
Steve, Kandie and Skeeter
The Monkeyshines
Mom has been inside my jail cell again as if she did not get enough of that last time she was in there. I hate it when she comes into my solitary confinement cell and rearranges my furniture. I am still resistant to getting into that new house that they made for me; I sat outside in the rain again last night. Mom is determined that I am going to use that house. She got out her binoculars and was spying on me from the bathroom window; she was shining a flashlight in on me to see where I was sleeping and what I was doing! Now that is an invasion of privacy if ever I have seen it! I need a lawyer and a restraining order! I love Mom but that woman is NUTS! Imagine standing in the house looking at a monkey through binoculars; it is not as if she is on a safari and I am a wild animal! She thinks she has figured out why I sleep outside. When they first set up my living quarters she hung my favorite toy, a stuffed doll, from the platform that they made for me to sit on. Well in the night when I go to sleep I pull the doll up by the string and hold it while I sleep; it is my security blanket! Today she decided to cut the doll loose and re-hang it in the little house. This change has made me very nervous! I have been in and out of the house trying to pull the doll out but it is attached! There is another baby doll hanging on the other side of the cage but it is a hard plastic doll and it is impossible to snuggle up with! I am not sure what I am going to do about this new turn of events. I bet Mom gets out those binoculars again tonight to spy on me!
I NEED MY PRIVACY!
Love, Skeeter
