Blogging General Conference - Part 2

In which we shall see: the reasons why I don't like going to my parents' house for Conference, progress, and the need for a nap.

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The second session is marvelous, though it started off a little rocky when my mom dropped me off at Costco to quickly run in, then vanished, leaving me standing outside in the rain waiting for her and fuming over missing the beginning of the afternoon session.

There was a wonderful talk on faith (I need to go look up the name of the speaker, and download it as soon as it's available) that discussed developing faith, and the things to avoid (all D's) that will erode and destroy faith. Several people have talked about tragic experiences and overcoming adversity - Elder Scott is currently tugging the heartstrings and going right for the jugular. He's GOOD. This was a good reminder from him - 'I've never asked "Why?" - but rather, "What is it He wants me to learn from this experience?"' He also mentioned a couple of times that he doesn't complain about his hardships. (Gotta keep working on that.)

My mom is sitting right behind me at the table, counting change and occasionally vocalizing - responsive non-verbals, and a reaction after every talk. It's not particularly annoying - she's done it for years, and I'm used to it - but it does make me wistful for my own TV and silent space. Two sisters-in-law are doing a photo shoot in the other room... ditto above. (I'm betting the pictures will turn out beautifully, though. My s-i-l has the knack.)

Elder Uchtdorf looks really orange today. I think it's probably the TV makeup, rather than the TV - somebody ought to tone him down a shade or two.

I've got a good start on my next Conference afghan - currently, stacks of granny quares in shades of green. I'm planning to mix them up with squares in purple and yellow, with a few oversized squares tossed in if I can get them to fit. Should be funky and interesting (I hope).

I have cookies to bake and lessons to plan and photo CD's to finish and photo posters to rebuild - all of which naturally leads one to expect that I shall head home and nap for a couple of hours before meeting all the family guys for dinner after the Priesthood session.