It is very difficult to type with a monkey perched upon your arm and one that likes to help you type! I hope that he will take a nap!
We had to rework the blind we made for Skeeter’s cage. It was not well secured; the big wind we had a couple nights ago ripped the tarp. This time we hung 2 4×8 sheets of burglar mesh and then we attached the tarp. This should give the tarp some stability. It looks sturdier anyway.
The traditional healer / bone setter did indeed remove the splint from Zimblim’s arm and left it uncovered and unprotected. Fortunately he still has the sling that Steve gave him. Donkey was confident that the bone setter was correct when he said that his arm was completely healed. I asked how the healer could know it was healed. He said that every morning when he applies the herbal water he squeezes and massages the broken bones and on the day that the patient does not cry out in pain he knows that the bones have healed! He said that yesterday Zimblim did not cry so there you have it proof positive that the bones have healed! How crazy is that? Can you imagine? Excuse me! Doctor please your cure is worse than my disease!
We got a little rain last night; we got enough to be able to almost fill the lower poly tank. We were thankful to get that much. Steve treated it with chlorine and we will let it settle for a few weeks before we use it.
Zorash stopped by for a few minutes this morning to pick up a couple pairs of reading glasses. When her volunteers get together someone usually lets her know that they need a pair and what strength they need. If it is the first time for them to use reading glasses they come to the mission house to try on glasses in several strengths to figure out which one they need. Reading glasses are available in Ghana in the larger cities but they are expensive. People buy them in the states at Dollar Tree so we have some to pass out to those who need them. It is no fun not to be able to read!
This morning we went to town in search of fresh fruit. We found everything we were looking for except oranges. This afternoon we cut up the fruit; Steve got it packaged in individual servings for Skeeter. We will be gone for a few days when we go to Accra to pick up Evan and Marcus, our grandson and son-in-law. They will be coming in on Monday! We are so excited! We will do a little sightseeing before we get back to Yendi. Please keep them in your prayers while they travel!
In HIS Service,
Steve, Kandie and Skeeter
The Monkeyshines
Mom finally figured out why I keep going up in the cashew tree. I found out that I can get up there without having to cross the razor wire. I am strong enough to jump from the ground to one of the low hanging branches and get into the tree. Mom did not know it but there are dehydrated cashew fruits in the tip top of the tree. I am a good climber and can climb to the top and get the fruit. Mom hates it when I get in that tree because the branches hang out over the compound wall. If I wanted to I could jump to the ground and be outside the compound. She says that if I got out someone might catch me. How scary would that be? Did you know that they eat monkeys? That is what happened to my mother; someone ate her and the only reason they did not eat me was because I was just a little fellow and had no meat on my bones. That is how I ended up an orphan living with the crazy white folks that can’t seem to remember that I am not a cat!
Mom decided that I needed to revisit eating the termites so this morning she took me to the small mango trees and showed me how to peel back the bark and find the termites. My question is how did she know that there were termites under the bark of living trees? The termites weren’t half bad! I even figured out how to pick the bark off the tree and uncover my own termites. I was happily eating along when a live wild one got loose in my mouth and started walking around! It was an awful experience! I shook my head, wiped my mouth, and slung spit around before I finally got shed of that thing. After that I decided to pick the leaves off the tree instead of looking for termites!
KILL THE TERMITES BEFORE PUTTING THEM IN YOUR MOUTH!
Love, Skeeter
