Hope that everyone had a good Labor Day holiday; to tell you the truth I did not even realize that it was Labor Day until my sister Cathy told me how they had spent the holiday. Ghana has a couple of “Labor” type holidays; they have Farmers’ Day and Workers’ Day but we never know when they occur either; we have to rely on the workers to tell us when a holiday is upon us.
This morning we had Donkey dump a few wheelbarrows of gravel in the low spots that are in the yard. I am determined to force the runoff water to run into the new gutter! Of course with me and Donkey there is always a “language barrier” and he did not dump the gravel where I wanted it so Steve took pity on me this afternoon and moved the gravel to the areas I wanted it.
This afternoon we noticed there was a goat in the yard. I chased it and it ran straight for the new gutter and exited the hole that we made for the water to leave the yard. It did not take the goat long to figure out yet another way to get inside the yard and eat the flowers! We have to be careful what we use to block the goat or we will have a flooding mess on our hands because the leaves will get caught at the end of the gutter. Steve said he has an idea about how to block it and not block the water; it has something to do with rebar. The goats are so annoying; they stand outside the gate and wait for us to open it so they can dart in. The sheep will come in too but they are not as quick or clever as the sheep.
Zorash came to work today even though she is not feeling well. She felt poorly yesterday with fever, headache and chills. Her fever was better today but her stomach was bothering her because she has an ulcer and she was taking Ibuprofen on an empty stomach. She knows better than to do that but she said the food tasted bitter. I got her an orange Fanta to drink; it did not take long for her to feel some better.
Today was Yendi’s big market day. We went in search of Kulikulee but did not find any. Steve ran out and did not have any to give the children that came to the Center. The Kulikulee forestalls some of that crying when they see us and the mom puts them on the scale. The little kids are afraid of us because when they misbehave the parents threaten them by saying that if they do not behave the “white” people will come and take them away! The kids consider us to be sort of like the “boogie man”!
Have a great day!
In HIS Service,
Steve and Kandie
