Holiday notes, part one: zebras.

1. The holidays start with the arrival of a [profile] coldecho, Disney lights, and a woeful lack of zebras.

2. Holidays continue with sleeping in, napping, French food, actual zebras, and the dancing Xmas lights at Hollywood Studios, a show many of you correctly decry as utterly tacky, but, you know, lights. Dancing. It's me. Spend time searching for hidden Mickeys.

3. Weather ends the dancing part of the light show. We decide to hunt for food. Food is found in the company of the dinosaur restaurant, which, for the record, is NOT all that wheelchair accessible, thanks muchly. (I checked, and the restaurant said that they'd added more tables to accommodate holiday traffic but were planning on making some changes based on feedback from me and others. Feedback: sometimes it helps.) Walls explode and turn red! Little toy dinosaurs are formed! Geodes are carved! None of this quite manages to cover up the overpriced food. No zebras appear.

4. I have already mentioned Avatar, but I'll just add: sure, it's cool and all to have a hero in a wheelchair, but it would be even cooler if he could have, you know, saved everybody while still in a wheelchair, instead of having to enter another body to do so.

No zebras appeared in Avatar, although they had strange horse things that were cool looking.

5. Holidays continue with a depressing day of feeling like crap and hearing that [personal profile] fbhjr and [personal profile] malterre would in fact be arriving two days late, explaining why the airline industry is not universally popular.

(Aside: much though I love Christmas (cookies!) December is sometimes a bad month for me, combining as it does a day that seems to be under a permanent curse for me (not the 25th) and end of the year contemplation which this year was not a cheery thought. I may have more on this later – well, at least the writing side.)

Holidays improve when [personal profile] fbhjr and [personal profile] malterre end up arriving only one day late, after deciding to...drive to Albany to avoid the snow. We live in a strange universe.

6. Monday saved by French food, which is not precisely the Irish food [personal profile] malterre wanted (ok, not at all the Irish food she wanted), but, as bonus, has amazing deserts. Decide to continue saving the day with alligators and zebras. Naturally, neither animal decides to make an appearance. Begin to realize that I am slightly overdoing things.
Some people can just head out in the afternoon to pick up a half gallon of milk.

Me, I get accosted by people needing to tell me about Russian spies and prisoners released from Russia in 1952 to enjoy a full life largely spent, apparently, riding a single speed bicycle through the wild streets of Lodz who are now 98 and still riding the same single speed bicycle which either says a lot about them or a lot about Lodz.

Oh, and zebras. And wildebeasts.

In point of fact the zebras did not do any accosting, but although I was born near a zoo (explains so much, doesn't it?) my life has not, alas, put me in a position where I am accustomed to seeing zebras on my way to go get milk, so I paused to watch them as they peacefully grazed. Zebras are awesome.

All of this did, however, make me curious enough to do a bit of research on what the hell zebras are doing in this part of Florida – I mean, I grant that we're on the edge of urban areas here, but not that rural, and they clearly don't belong to a zoo. As it turns out, they and the ostriches and other wild if not precisely native to Florida creatures belong to a private owner, the Briley Farm, which has a nice website.

Zebras. Ostriches. Former Russian prisoners. And milk. I have to say after that the milk seemed disappointingly tame.

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