An interesting development has occurred. For the first time, a blogger has been granted access to cover a White House briefing. This would seem to negate a recent California judge's ruling that bloggers are not journalists. I believe Dan was right when he posted to my earlier blog entry on this issue, in which he posited that some bloggers meet journalistic standards and should be treated as such.
My thanks to the FaerieWizard for the story.
I'm feeling tense tonight, and my mind keeps wandering off to a time and place I would rather be. In my mind, it's summer and I am camping at a state park on the beach. I could't swim last year because of the cast from hand to elbow, and I doubt I could swim more than a few strokes now, but that isn't really the point.
I want to float on my back and bob on the waves to the rhythm of the surf. I want to feel the sun baking the salt onto my skin. I know I would burn horribly, but at that moment I wouldn't care. I want to roll over and dive below the surface to see whatever there is to see. When I'm tired and have had enough, I want to lay on the sand and warm up again. Then I would grab up my camera and hike along the rocky neck that stretches out from this particular beach. It's full of tide pools with fascinating marine life. If the way becomes too precarious with my camera, I can turn back and walk up to the stone pavilion on top of the cliff behind the beach, or along one of the many trails. There's so much to see and photograph!
When the sun sets and the temperature drops a little, I would head back to camp and cook a nice meal- surf and turf perhaps?- over the open fire. I find fire to be hypnotic. I love the way it dances, the crackling sound it makes while it devours its fuel and the sound of the wood resettling as it collapses upon itself. I want to sit next to the fire with a cup of coffee in my hands and stare up at the crystal-clear night sky and listen to the mysterious sounds of the wildlife moving in the woods nearby. I want to share whispered thoughts and observations with my husband through it all, until finally climbing into the tent and curling up for the night.
I feel more relaxed just thinking about it.