= Sunday, we attended District Conference at Forever Young School in Hemang. Chimaroke G. Udeichi, an Area Seventy, presided. [Area Seventies serve for only a few years in a specific area of the world, and this is not a full-time calling.] Some takeaways from speakers: We have what the world needs; we need to share it in any way we can. Our full potential is to become like our Heavenly Parents; the only thing that can stop us is ourselves. Our weaknesses lead us to repentance and reliance on the atonement of Jesus Christ so we can come back to the presence of God; we need to prepare here and now.
= Afterward, at a meeting of adult men, I was surprised to hear that some of them thought that their leaders were paid for their service (!) and were critical of them. When President Tachie-Menson returned from meeting with visitors, when he finally got the mike, he asked the branch presidents and bishops to stand up; they did. He asked: Which of you has been paid for your service? [none]
= Home, I determined nutrition and likely servings per container for major items, added that information to the list of items that could reasonably be stored, and sent it to President Tachie-Menson.
= Monday, I worked on the blog; Steph was up in the afternoon.
= Tuesday, I poked at the food storage topic for my own peace of mind; except for rice, foods commonly eaten in Africa that can readily be stored don’t have much protein. We worked at the office; I dealt with bicycles, apartment issues, and the letter that the mission sends to missionaries who are coming here.
= Home, we ate while listening to Sunday on Monday; much commentary this time; the guests were historians.
= Wednesday, Sister Tachie-Menson, Sister Rebecca [Mission Home Housekeeper], Sister Dimmick, and Sister Ladner shopped for dry goods to place in storage; it was a long day for them. Last week, the Office Elders and Assistants to the President (APs) had emptied the right-hand cargo container; so, it was ready when they arrived with their purchases. I spent most of the day digging for definitions of every word in the Twi manual.
= Thursday, we stayed home. I widened two curtains and finished documenting things to be fixed in our apartment. I blogged. More work on definitions; this is becoming a mini-dictionary for Twi.
= Friday during our monthly morning meeting, APs related that they had seen a man bleeding by the side of the road, called Brother Bright for advice, and he called an ambulance. President Tachie-Menson, a Ghanaian lawyer, told them that was the wisest course. If you brought the person to the hospital, you would be accused of causing his injury and be locked up, paying for his care and for relatives' visits while you sat in jail. If he died, you would be the prime suspect. You’re not Ghanaian. I shivered; we had come very close to transporting a severely injured person from an accident we had witnessed in February. But another man lifted her in his arms; stood in the road; and immediately taxi passengers got out for him to get in with her.
= After the meeting, I worked on a description of House Hints for our successors: instructions on how to do such things as turning on water heaters and changing eternal water filters. Steph had her weekly medical meeting with Sister Tachie-Menson. Workers arrived at the office to provide fiber optic to the mission compound. I was called to the house and watched as the new heater was installed and workers then started repairing the outside compound lights.
= We left the office too late to fuel up and then drive to Yamoransa for my original Date Night destination; so, we settled for pizza from Pizzaman/ Chickenman. Home, we watched Star Trek - Next Generation. We relaxed.
= Saturday, workers spent most of the day at our compound, working on the lights. I blogged. I provided my own scripture focus for tomorrow's lesson in case we were asked to lead it.
To District Conference
No idea why these containers to hold liquid are stacked here without an obvious business connection.
[Site of the District Conference]
At a meeting of men, Elder Udeichi asked us to commit to do what it takes to make Twifo Praso a Stake.
Many ladies have dresses made with fabric that bears the logo of the Relief Society or have T-shirts with the logo.
[Reading the fine print, this contained no blackberry, but it was good.]
Office Elders had shifted things in this container to receive items from the other container that weren't going to the Big House.
I had not seen three vehicles park here before. One of these pads had watermelon growing in it (up through cracks in the pavement) close to when we first arrived.
Workers installing lights at our compound asked for bowls; I asked to take a picture what they were putting in them: cassava that has been dried, ground, and formed into balls; groundnut soup; palmnut soup. Except for the bowls, their meal was carried in small plastic sacks.
While cooking rice, I fried the other half of a can of beef pate, canned (drained) corn, ¼ cup of fig jam, a little balsamic vinegar, garlic powder, onion powder, and paprika.
Activity
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