Wednesday, November 28, 2007
* Waiting *
I swear institute here is just too good for its own good.
I'm waiting. la la la.
Okay, so I can't remember what I spoke about last.
HELL YEAH.... my adventure.
Okay, so I was going to track down the missionary that baptised me.
All I had was his Mother's address and the plastic version of Toni... so I set off driving west (which is symbolic of the gospel oddly enough... there is always a westward direction of traveling for progression).
I was driving around for a bit, trying to find random streets and stuff. So I pulled up to where I thought I should be and I was peering through windows and checking out house numbers and names... then I spoke to a random mexican whose garden was filled with fag ends and a trampoline... So I had decided it was either not Beverly Harding's house or that she had taken up smoking. It did indeed belong to a mexican... and when I told him where I was looking for I looked at my scrawled sheet of paper and realised that I was in fact on entirely the wrong street. I was on 600 south rather than 800 south. Crazy fool. so I didn't tell the mexican, I just told him I would keep trying and looking and he said to me 'be careful.... it's cold tonight'
But the way he said it it sounded like he was warning me about chapping on people's doors at night... crazy. I then realised that I was a bit of a fool for doing that in a completely strange area, while driving a nice car, and just being silly in general. I should have brought some muscle with me haha.
Anyway... I found Beverly's house and knocked on the door and she was there... and she brought me in without knowing why I was there... and her home was just so filled with love. I explained my general presence and I wasn't sure if she knew who I was... but then she did. She did. She phoned Scott who now lives in Logan and I spoke to him on the phone for about 10 minutes. I should be meeting him later this week. How crazy though. He sounds exactly the same.
Beverly and I chatted for about an hour and half just about my life, and why I was in utah and all the many things I have gotten up to. She made me realise the blessings in my life and just how much the hand of the Lord has effected my life.
She then made a comment like 'So, Scott did a good thing baptising you and your mum then.' And I swear I almost cried.
I can assure you that I would not have ever gotten in to art school, I would not have ended up with the flatmates I had, I would not have gotten my job, I would not have gotten back in to masters, I would not have seen the countries I have seen, or been anywhere or done anything I have done if it was not for Scott. He was the point in my life that had a fork. I chose one path and everything subsequently followed.
I am so happy.
I then met the Brettanator and hung about for a bit... pretty much trying to find somewhere to eat porque it was about 10:30 at night... and this is not New York.
Oh wait... one of the best things Beverly said to me was... 'Wow, you are blessed, that's a nice car I was expecting it to be a banger.' and I just laughed. I am one of those jammy people that i usually hate. HATE.
I hate myself... it's true :)
Everything fell in to place.
Yesterday I was trying to work out if I should stay here over Christmas or not. I went to the temple briefly and I didn't even have time to think I was so rushed to get back out to institute. The temple is always amazing though. I love that place. It's just so calm and happy.
While I was in there I was sitting next to a girl who had the surname King, and then i was baptised for a girl from Kentucky. Which made me realise I had to call Ricking... So i didn't... I instead left the temple, ran back to my car... looked like a snow man by the time i got there because it was snowing that sticky kind of snow, then tried to drive up a snowy hill... i was skidding and the car.. oh the wonderful car... stuck in a cheeky wee yellow light to tell me that i was skidding... thanks car. I hadn't noticed... really. hmmm.
Then I hoofed it home, did my make up got changed and went to institute 30 mintues late. I tell you though... those classes are phenomonal... I love them so much. I am blown away every time. I've bought the book to accompany the class and it's wonderful. So wonderful. I think i am going to postponne my flight to just go to another institute class. They are incredible.
Anyway... I then bumped in to Pedro and Sam and ended up going to another institute class with them. Poulson was with them but he was being aloof and chasing some other girl. Crazy.
Anyway... Sam, Pedro and I hit up the village inn and ate random food... i ate so much.
Then I went to Brettacular's house to watch random movies until lateness set in. Oh the lateness.
Then I drove home faster than I should have on a road that might not have been 100% safe because it was so snowy, icey and frosty... oh well... death will become me.
But now I am just sitting waiting.... to see how the day will unfold. It's 2pm already. What's with that. I've been up for 2 hours already. Hmmmm
posted by: Vikki Miller @ 1:05 PM
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