We made an unexpected trip to Tamale today. When we woke up this morning Steve checked the computer and found out that the bank transfer had come in; at least we hoped that it came in because we got a notice that the bank had deducted 500 Cedis from the account which is usually the cost of the transfer fee on this side. We were running short on money so we decided to go to Tamale and see if the money was ready to be withdrawn from the account or not. Even if the transfer money was not available we knew that we could get money from the old balance.
We decided that we would run our other errands before we went to the bank because we did not want to be traipsing around Tamale with a boatload of money. We have been trying to get the workers’ Social Security Tier 2 for next year paid. Steve followed all of their instructions and filled it out on line and then waited and waited. He sent one of the officers a message to check the status of our request to get the bank code; he got no response. Our first stop in Tamale this morning was to their office to see what the holdup was. They checked their email and saw that we had sent them the information but somewhere along the line no one did anything with the information we sent. They were kind to us and accepted a check. The officer said that they would go to the bank and get the bank draft for us and be sure that it got sent in. We are happy to get that marked off our list!
We bought communion juice for the churches and got the formula and cereal ordered. We also stopped to check on our driver’s licenses. We jumped through all the hoops to get them renewed in May and have been waiting and checking on them off and on ever since. The last time we went they told us that there was no need for us to keep coming to their office to check and they would call us when they were ready. Well, guess what? This afternoon when Steve went into the office to get the temporary license renewed again they told him that the licenses were sitting in their office waiting on us to pick them up. They said that they could not call us because they did not have our phone number! Please! At least we have them now.
You will never believe what we found in Tamale today; Glue sticks and a glue gun that can plug into a 220 plug! I was so excited! Of course I not only bought the glue gun but I also bought a bunch of glue sticks!
Steve stopped and bought security light bulbs to leave at the mission house while we are home on leave. He tries to have everything packed down for the workers to make their life easier.
We had to wait for quite a while at the bank because they had to go to the vault to get the money that we needed.
All in all we had a very successful day and we got back to Yendi before dark!
In HIS Service,
Steve, Kandie and Skeeter
The Monkeyshines
As soon as the parents got home from Tamale this afternoon they let me out of my cage and let me run free! The red truck was parked right under the big mango tree; while they unloaded all the stuff they bought in Tamale I had the time of my life climbing on the truck and jumping into the trees. Dad’s truck is covered with monkey paw prints! The truck was covered with dust from the trip so my paw prints showed up really well! I think I did a fine job of decorating the truck; I must be an artist!
Mom has made me happy again! She had Dad help her make a dehydrator; it is nothing but 3 metal racks that Dad cut and attached legs too. The legs get longer with each set. This allows the racks to be stacked on top of each other and still be stable; the racks are staggered around each other. Last time they were in Tamale they bought a crate of apples. Mom sliced the apples and dipped them in lemon juice to keep them from turning dark and then she put them on the drying racks and put them on a table in the sun. She covered them with a fine netting to keep the bugs and flies off of them. In 2 days they were dry enough to pack away. They are amazing! I love apples but I think that I love the dehydrated ones even more. She made a bunch so that she will have enough to put in my dry food packets for the guys to feed me when they are gone. I don’t even want to talk about them going away again!
Dried apples, I think I could package them to sell!
Love, Skeeter
