In the meantime, tomorrow is the beginning of General Conference! I'm pretty excited about it. I think it will provide some much-needed spiritual nourishment. And then, since General Conference is always kind of a special weekend, we're thinking of going on an outing to Downtown Disney for some kind of fancy dessert. Either that, or we'll stay home and play KamiAso all night. It's really hard to decide, because both options are very appealing. I guess it depends on how tired we are after tomorrow's afternoon session of conference.
And now, I have a brief thought about crayons. The other day, someone on Facebook posted a link to an article about how Crayola is dropping one of their colors and how shocking it is, and we were like, but Crayola adds and removes colors all the time... I guess it's not really "all the time," or people wouldn't be so shocked. Maybe I'm only aware of Crayola when they change things up these days. I don't know.
But the point is, somebody made a comment about how they hoped it was because they were finally going to get rid of that racist "flesh-color" crayon. And I thought, "I remember it being 'peach' when I was a kid." In fact, somehow I remembered reading something recently about how Crayola changed flesh-colored to peach at some point. I also remember having a set of eight markers that were the "multicultural set" or something similar, and they were all different shades of skin color, ranging from light to dark, and I thought it was really cool.
So my thought is this: it's great to be aware of things like the racism inherent in naming one crayon "flesh-color." What's not great is to assume that things haven't changed after they've changed. How can we ever progress if we don't pay attention to where we actually are?
And that concludes my brief thought.
Today I'm thankful for the friend in our ward who stopped by to deliver cookies yesterday, finishing another translation, getting to watch General Conference tomorrow, having unspecified plans for a fun evening, and the fact that if we have to be drowning in work at least it's work that we enjoy.