Besides listening to the messages at conference, though, it's the one Sunday that is truly restful for me. I love cable. I can listen at home, comfortably, with no makeup. It's such a relaxing day while I'm being called to repentance. LaMar usually whips up something delicious to eat, and this time was no exception. We had Conference Quiche, complete with fresh basil from my fledgling herb garden. Sooooo good. It made the morning session quite tasty indeed.
In between sessions I took a book (Twilight - it's for book club!) out to the sunny patio to read, getting a tiny tan at the same time. Just for an hour. Just long enough. We listened to the afternoon session while cleaning the house up, and throwing wash in. LaMar left briefly to get himself a thirsty-two ouncer of Diet Coke. The furthest I got was the back patio with my book. It was heaven. Nowhere to be, no obligations outside my house. Just a peaceful day.
My VT came over in the late afternoon. She brought me the most beautiful yellow orchid plant. So Easter-y and pretty. We sat down and talked....and talked.... and she ended up staying for dinner. L whipped up a steak salad and guacamole and chips before she could say no. Does it sound like I never cook, or do much in general? You're probably right. I like to cook, but I'm saving it up for Christmas or something. I kind of handle the Big Deal Dinners, and L does the day to day. It's a good system.
One year for conference, L made Conference Cupcakes. They had little cutouts of Gordon B. Hinkley standing up in the frosting on top. A total crowd pleaser. But no matter what, it always seems to be a peaceful day of gentle instruction, relaxation, and tasty food. Because tasty food just makes the changing your evil ways part more palatable.