Short update tonight. It's been a 'kinetic' couple of days. Wednesday, to Tatura for a cheque handover for SES followed by the Blood Bank to make a plasma donation. The latter had something of a left field event: because I'd been scrambling to get to things all day, I was still wearing my work clothes, which are by and large grimy, dirty and ragged (typical farm hand!). Come to find out, it was my 125th donation, and they asked to take a picture of me. Why did it have to be the day I looked like a man who'd dressed himself out of a brotherhood bin?!?
Thursday I brought mum into town so she could go to the dentist and I could go to the dentist and I could go to the doctor. I needed a prescription renewed. Unfortunately my usual doctor was home sick, and so I saw a stand-in who was understandably keen to rattle me through fast so he could see his own patients. I may need to go back and see my own doctor in due course and have my medication reviewed. I seem to be having a few days of late when I'm keen to take a double-dose (no, not to try and top myself; only to lift the clouds a bit). Either that or I can start listening to Little Sarah.
It was a good day and so I went out for a run late afternoon. While I was running my phone began to buzz with messages as there'd been a callout (a combined assist ambulance / land search job). I finished my run and drove in. The team had been well lead and done a great job, so I just waited at the de-facto staging area in case further hands were needed (they weren't).
Friday saw me back in Shepparton to see my new jobsearch provider (I sacked the last one and transferred my file). God knows if it'll lead to work of any sort. I'm less than optimistic at the moment. Just at present, nearly everything I touch in my own life seems to malfunction or backfire. This may or may not be why I've been feeling a weird pull towards the Church of Latter Day Saints in the last few months.
Perhaps I should explain. A few months ago I saw a copy of the Book of Mormon at the op shop. I had a hankering to buy it then but didn't, but the thought of it kept nagging at me. When I went by the next time, I bought it and I've been slowly reading it. I'm not completely convinced - yet - that it's divinely inspired scripture. However, I'm far from convinced that it's a fake. Even allowing for the accounts of its translation (or composition, depending on one's bias) being embroidered, it would have required Joseph Smith to have an imagination and breadth of vision worthy of Tolkien for it all to have sprung from his brain. Added to which, it frankly doesn't 'ring' fake (for comparison, try Ronald Weinland's effort 2008 - God's Final Witness). I've still been feeling a 'pull' in the direction of that church, and the Mormons that I've talked to online simply couldn't be more welcoming. I've never had any cause to feel not-welcomed by the Catholic Church, save that as a divorcee (which at the moment is a large whack of my identity) you do feel like you're less a member of the faithful and more a problem to be managed. I guess the thing is that just at this moment, what I want most in life is a fresh start. The image of the Mormon wagon train heading west to the Great Salt Lake for exactly such a thing has an undeniable appeal.
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| A Mormon wagon train entering the Salt Lake Valley (Image from here) |
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