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2016—More of the Same |
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Apart from a second shoulder arthroplasty (on the left side, this time) it appears that very little worth mentioning in my autobiography happened in 2016. I’m not complaining: I’ve learned to be incapable of boredom, and I
pity those who have to be “entertained” to achieve contentment.
The routine remained much as it had been: extending my Fisher descendancy project, primarily with research on Ancestry.com, and contributing new findings to the Church’s shared FamilySearch Family Tree. Whenever I would encounter relatives or spouses thereof who were not on record as having received by proxy all the Temple ordinances which I qualify to provide, I would reserve the privilege of performing the missing ones. Then, each Thursday, I would accompany Valerie to Bountiful to do what time and my crippled body would permit. The first step in the ordinance process is baptism, for which I have to rely on others, mostly grandchildren or neighbor youth who are still blessed with strong, supple bodies. They normally take care also of the second step, confirmation, in the course of their visits to the Temple. Valerie drops me at the front door of the Temple, around 10:00, as she arrives for her midday shift as an ordinance worker. On our way from Chankly, roughly ten miles, we get into the proper frame of mind by listening to the audiobook version of The Book of Mormon on Eleanor’s (or, later, Isabeau’s) speakers. I start with a half-hour of initiatory ordinances for deceased cousins, then an endowment, and then use the rest of the shift—until about 3:15—in the sealing office, where my former comrades very kindly welcome me back to serve as a patron. Then we take turns choosing a restaurant for dinner on our way back to Kaysville. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I arise at 4:00 a.m., ablute, breakfast, and drive to the Wasatch Peaks Physical Therapy facility on the campus of Davis Hospital for an hour of hydrotherapy in their special-purpose pool. Half a dozen fellow patients typically arrive while I’m there. Most, like me, are recovering from various surgeries; most are also getting along in years, although I’m usually the oldest of the early arrivers. We’ve become, in varying degrees, good friends whom I miss quite acutely when circumstances interrupt the routine. After supper, starting around 7:30, I read to Valerie from whatever we’ve chosen. Then, thanks largely to morphine, I sleep more satisfactorily than do many of my age. |
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