Friday, July 17, 2015
“The way to happiness: Keep your heart free from hate, your mind from worry. Live simply, expect little, give much. Scatter sunshine, forget self, think of others. Try this for a week and you will be surprised.” ― Norman Vincent Peale
Today is a work day. Shaban has gone to Musoma to track down the “honey wagon” that will come and pump out our septic tanks. It only has to be done every five years or so, but when it’s time, it’s time, and everyone knows (nose) it. It costs about $150 for two hours work, but, spread over five years, thats only $30 a year which is not bad at all. We also have the seventeen pages of documents to fill out for Karen’s residence permit renewal, and we will get started on that. Residence permits are $550 each and are good for two years. This will be Karen’s sixth one. They also require payment in American currency only, so we have to buy American money from our bank at high exchange rates, but we do what we have to do. We need six pictures, a letter from Bishop Monto, the money, and all the forms filled out properly so she can get a new permit before hers expires next month. Mine and John’s don’t expire until next year, but then we will have to pay $1,100 for ours. As Gilda Radner wrote, “It’s always something.” Once we get the honey wagon out of here, Shaban will head down to customs for a couple of hours to get another package that came in yesterday. He is also picking up a watch I had repaired in Musoma by the only old guy around who knows how to work on them, if they are wind up and not electronic or solar. He does good work and cheaply, too, so I don’t mind. He is charging me $10 for two hours of repairing and cleaning—not bad. Karen is sewing the mosquito net for the bed on a PVC frame so it will hold the shape of the bed and be easy to use, since our Tibetan Terrier, Sissie, likes to sleep on the bed under the net. Bishop Festo came yesterday to get some help with school fees for his son, and we were happy to help. We also had two men from World Vision International come to pick up two biosand filters, and when they saw how well they worked and how sturdy they were, they wanted twenty, but we only had two ready. We talked quite a bit, and I think they will be sending some people here for few days to learn how to make them and to buy a mold, so they can make them over near Arusha where their chicken project is based. I hope we can talk them into starting a chicken project in our area but that’s in God’s hands, not mine. On a very happy note, John made chili yesterday in a huge pot, and we had cornbread from a mix our friend in South Carolina fixed us—it was sublime. We are truly blessed with our friends who support us.