Sister Rita, Timothy’s wife, has a garden in Jagrido attached to Timothy’s farm.  She planted tomatoes.  A couple times she gave us ripe tomatoes.  On Sunday we told Timothy that we eat the tomatoes green as well as ripe.  He thought that was very strange.  I told him that if we ever find someone growing them we will buy some green ones and cook them for him to try.  This afternoon Timothy called and said that Sister Rita had been to the farm and that she picked green tomatoes for us.  Is that sweet or what?  We rushed out to their house and got the tomatoes.  I am going to fry them tomorrow and share the fried green tomatoes with them.  They said they were excited to try them.  I hope that the green tomatoes go over better than the fried okra did!  Years ago I fried okra for the workers; Timothy and John liked it but Mr. Iddrisu said that it was impossible to eat the okra cooked like that.  I asked him what he did with his portion; he said that he took it home and his wife made stew with it.

Gomda, the mechanic, got the clutch fixed on the green truck.  It has been acting up for a while; we hoped that it was just a matter of adjusting the clutch but Gomda had to replace the clutch plates as well as the “finger”; not exactly sure what the finger is but whatever it is it had been replaced so the clutch should work well for a long time to come.

We had Mr. Iddrisu take the motor king to Solomon today; the electric start was not working; while he had it in his shop he changed the oil and made a few other minor adjustments.  We will need the motor king to haul the stuff back and forth to Kulkpeni for the seminar.

Meri and Amama got all the jerry cans, pots, spoons, cups, knives and utensils washed and ready to be carried out to Kulkpeni.  That is a big job that we are happy to have behind us.  Last year we packed the bowls and plates in large plastic covered tubs.  We were so happy when we uncovered them and they were still clean.  It takes a long time to wash 600 plates and cups.  The ladies were happy that they did not have to wash them again!

The mason reworked the last bathhouse today; the work his apprentices did on the bathhouse was not acceptable; they hung the door on the ground which will cause it to rust and the bathhouse walls had to be raised to give the necessary privacy for those using it.  It looks better now.

Steve talked to the man that we are renting the canopies and chairs from and firmed up the cost of transportation, assembling and taking them down.  

We set the corn to soak and ferment this morning.  Tomorrow we will soak the millet; it does not ferment as long as the corn does.

Take care and please keep us in your prayers!

In HIS Service,

Steve, Kandie and Skeeter

The Monkeyshines

There is a set of metal stairs on the outside of the mission house leading up to the roof.  When you reach the top of the stairs you step off onto a flat roof that is part of the veranda.  I have no idea why there are steps leading to the roof unless it is to help Donkey when he has to clean the gutters that direct the rain water down into the cistern.  Mom said that she thought that when they had the steps built they would be able to look out over the property and see into the back field but there are so many tall trees that it is very difficult to see anything!  I said all that to say that I have discovered the stairs.  Do you know what is on the roof?  Birds!  I love to chase birds; the doves sit on top of the roof.  This morning Mom let me run around the yard free so I went up the stairs and chased birds!  It was great fun!  I also like to walk around the wall on top of the roof that hides the gutter.  It is a decorative wall; but it makes Mom very nervous to see me up there; she thinks that if I get scared I am going to jump off the wall and fall to my death!  She worries too much!  There are tall skinny trees all around the decorative wall; if I wanted to get down and did not want to climb down the stairs I would just jump on a tree and climb down like any normal monkey would do!  Sometimes Mom forgets that I am really a monkey and not one of her children!

Stop worrying so much!

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