I can't believe it's already November!

I looked at my blog the other day and it is sooo long. I figure no one is reading it any more because it's so daunting, but I've got to keep writing just in case there's someone crazy out there with no life and it's become something of an addiction. Today's Friday-my day off, so I'm at the cafe for a few hours connecting to my old life. I totally can't remember what I've already written, so sorry if I repeat myself like crazy. On Mondays and Tuesdays I'm working at the development center at the orphanage and I only stay till 1:00 and then Marian picks me up during her lunch and takes me to her work at the church offices. I was walking down the hall about a week ago and I noticed a plaque on a door that said 'humanitarian services', so the next day I went in and introduced myself and said when I'd be there and I'd love to help in some way if I could. In doing so I met the most amazing couple missionaries. They've lived around the world for the last 23 years and have spent a lot of time doing service. They lived in Nigeria when the revelation about the priesthood was given. Then they leaved after that and a year ago were called to serve a mission in Nigeria, but with the recent kidnappings there they were transferred to Ghana for the remainder of their mission. I worked with sister Kenudson last week moving supplies around and got to learn about all the projects going on in West Africa right now. It is totally incredible what the LDS church is doing. It really strengthens your testimony.

Sister Kenudson gave me some small books because I was saying that I was going to make some books to read to the kids at the development center. I brought the books, which were too advanced to read to them, but they loved looking at the pictures and clapped and yelled at every page turn. They were a little overwhelming, but I was glad they liked it. I'm going to make a few simple books with stories that I can read to them. on Tuesday Guam, a little orphan, cut his ankle somehow and it was gushing blood all over. The teachers did nothing at first, so Michelle (the other obroni worker) went and got a bandaid from her bag. Then the teacher went and got some tissue and a purple liquid that is used to try to stop bleeding. I happened to have put some antibiotic ointment in my bag that morning and we bandaged him up. Michelle and I were both trying to be very careful to not come in contact w/the blood as there's a fair chance he was orphaned by aids. He took of the band aid though, and it started bleeding again and by then Michelle was gone and the teachers weren't doing anything, so I tried to clean him up and have him sit still and hold some toilet paper on it, but you can imagine hard it is getting an almost three year old to do that, I had to leave at that point, but by then the bleeding had slowed so hopefully all is ok. It's a little disturbing that cuts are treated like that. With something as serious as aids around you'd think it'd be treated right away, cleaned up and bandaged all with rubber gloves, but the teachers didn't even have a band aid or anything like it and certainly not rubber gloves. I felt so sorry for Guam. He should have a mom there to clean his cut, hug him and kiss away his tears.

I picked material for three African dresses the other day. One of them was delivered today and it it so cool. It's bright, patterned fabric pink, blue and white. It's pretty neat. I'm hoping to be able to post some photos soon, but I'm not sure how to at the cafe, so I'm still thinking of a way. I might be able to at Marian's work one day.