So, I went through the McDonald’s drive-thru for my daily dose of caffeine this morning. The same McDonald’s I always go to. Actually, the only McDonald’s in my small little town. I dislike this McDonald’s; I’ll get that out upfront. They cheat on the sodas by not filling up the cup (every single time), the orders are correct only half the time, and the people, well…the people leave a lot to be desired. Let’s just leave it at that. But hey, I don’t envy them their jobs whatsoever and I do feel for them having to work in the fast food field, so I never complain. But I’m not sure it’s the business in general that has them displaying not so polite tendencies or if it’s just this McDonald’s in particular…which does seem to have more than its fair share of burned-out employees. Either way, I try to be patient, which you all know is not my strong suit. That’s not to say that I don’t mutter to myself, in less than subtle terms, over their attitudes once I’ve left though. I am human after all.
However, this morning I was greeted by a bright, cheerful, polite, smiling, upbeat, and happy woman at the window. Coffee with whipped cream, ma’am? Here you go and I hope you have a wonderful day. Take care!
All I can say is, she must be new.
Monday, oh Monday, I have to be honest with you. I dislike you. I dislike you very, very much. I’m sorry, it’s not me. It’s you. At least there is coffee to get me through. Ahhh…coffee – you hot, strong, sweet thing you. I love you so much, my dear coffee, that I’ll even forgive you for filling my head with such outrageous delusions of grandeur.
I’m in love with Africam! And no, this is not a promo for a service. I’m just overly excited because I’m a nerd.
I watch webcams on a site called Africam.com. These webcams are set up at different South African game preserves (the kind that actually protect the animals from poaching and hunting — or so they say). These preserves are Tembe, Naledi, Idube, the Olifants River, and the Nkorho Pan; each protecting different kinds of the “big animals.”
I have to admit I’m hooked on these web-cams, and they’ve ignited a desire in me to go on a photo safari to these game preserves and see the magnificent animals there for myself, up close and personal.
I’ve been to zoos, of course, and even a couple of conservation sanctuaries. Most zoos today are a far cry from the tiny, dingy zoos of old where the poor animals, regardless of how big they were, had to exist in a cage that gave them just enough room to pace and that was it. Nowadays, zoos strive to give the animals substantial living space and protect their health as much as possible. However, they’re still not perfect and many if not most still have a long way to go before the whole concept of captive conservation can be considered truly successful and beneficial for the animals being held captive.
There’s simply no denying that actually seeing majestic lions, elegant leopards, lumbering elephants, and graceful giraffes – not to mention all the other wild animals – roaming about wild and free is a different kind of experience entirely. Even if it’s just on my computer screen.
I have to admit that I’ve yet to see “nature red in tooth and claw” during my voyeuristic endeavors. I haven’t seen a lion or leopard track down a beautiful antelope or giraffe and… well…eat it. For which I am eternally grateful, I must say. I live with that dread each time I log in, but so far, that part of nature has eluded me and I’m not sorry. I did come on to a scene right after two lions, who apparently travel together, had done just that. I could see the blood on their mouths, manes, and feet as they lazed about, but at least I missed the action!
What I really like to watch are the elephants. They are so huge, so magnificent, and so gentle with each other…although having said that there’s a baboon troupe that comes to this one watering hole all of the time (early morning Africa time) and the little ones are simply adorable to watch, so comical in their antics.
One thing that has me shaking my head most often is the sheer volume of noise. The birds – I’m assuming they are birds though sometimes it may be monkeys – are so incredibly loud! When I have the volume up it drives my dogs crazy as they try figure out what could possibly be making those sounds.
The calls, from these birds, monkeys or whatever, can be so eerie sometimes, something out of a creepy movie. And then sometimes they’re quite funny because they sound like human laughter (which I guess really should be sort of creepy). Whatever is making the sounds, and why they are making them, I have no idea – whether they are having conversations with each other, warning of predators, warning other birds to stay away…all I know is that it’s always very, very loud. And they have a lot to say apparently as they’re constantly chattering.
One of the webcams is situated close to where people stay when on vacation, so when the camera pans around, you can see the lodges. They are pretty cool – and I like to imagine myself sometimes being in one of them myself.
But while I like this particular webcam for that reason, I also kind of dislike it for that reason because I want to see animals, not jeeps full of people leaving for their photo safaris. (I know they are going off on a photo safari because I can see that they are all carrying cameras, not rifles!) The webcam can’t distinguish between animals and people – it’s activated by motion sensors and records everything, so you see it all whether you want to or not.
There’s a bit of techno-love here, I admit. Okay, more than a bit. I just find it amazing that I’m watching something on my computer that is actually happening a world away, while I’m relaxing cozily in bed. AND it involves animals. A win-win.
When you’re trying to sleep but it’s cold, only there’s no blanket because someone was too lazy to take it out of the dryer, so you just use the extra pillow to stay warm.
This coming weekend a very lovely church in my town is holding an “animal blessing” event with a subsequent feast. The flyer encouraged people to bring their pets for the sermon with the purpose of having them “blessed” afterwards. For quite some time, my daughter and I were trying to figure out if the planned feast was meant for the animals, for the people, or if the pets were going to be served up as the feast. I know, I know, “oooo, what a terrible thing to think! It’s a church for goodness sake!”
Yeah, well, the flyer wasn’t clear. Maybe that’s not my fault, maybe it falls to whoever wrote the flyer…maybe, just maybe they should think about that next time and word it better. You know, to put an end to all this doubt.
At any rate, that’s not what I wanted to discuss. What I wanted to mention is that along with a very thoughtful conversation about the “feast,” we also pondered the idea of having the ne’er-do-well blessed. Goodness knows, she could use it. And then we thought, do we really want to be the cause of the possible headlines the next day?
Church damaged as evil entity, forced through doorway of historic church, bursts into flames.
Antique font of holy water spontaneously turns into hot tub of boiling water – cat being blessed at the time remained unscathed.
Disaster in small town as tiny, demented hellion let loose on unsuspecting church-goers. Extent of damage unknown. Those present said it was highly reminiscent of the infamous Mississippi Squirrel Revival fiasco.
So yeah. Maybe we’ll skip this event. Movie it is then!