>Beading Into Oblivion

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As I was finishing up the first layer of my Divas this evening, there was a loud noise outside my condo building. It was about 9:45 pm. The noise was present for quite awhile before I consciously took note of it. The noise finally started to annoy me, so I put down my needle & thread, and went out on my deck to check things out. The noise was a helicopter hovering over my neighborhood. I grabbed my binoculars, but all I could see was the chopper and its flashing lights. No search light was being used to see the ground, so I couldn't figure out why it was there. It was there for over an hour. I heard a lot of sirens during that time, but I do live near a hospital...

So, for the first time in probably 3 months, I turned on my TV. I've been avoiding TV for quite awhile now. Not really on purpose; it just sort of happened that way... I guess I've been too busy doing beadwork to care. You would think I would want to watch the news at the very least, but I guess I've been boycotting it all summer long. And, for the first time in many years, I felt liberated. Liberated from the horror & sadness that I had been watching day in and day out. Liberated from the fear & uncertainty that the media instills in each and every one of us.

But, tonite, I wanted to know why that chopper was hovering outside my building, so I watched the 11 o'clock news. And, wouldn't you know, tonite's news sounded like the same news that was on the last time I watched it. Absolutely nothing has changed. Same old JonBenet Ramsey story. Same old War on Terror. President Bush is still saying the same thing, the Red Sox lost, and the Yankees still suck. There was no mention of the helicopter in Quincy. So, I turned the TV off, and continued to do my beadwork...