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07/18/2004 Entry: "LWD July 18 2004"

Little Wee Diary

While visiting a family in Atlanta once, the hostess amusingly referred to the Central Time Zone as "God's Time Zone", which reflects how early it gets dark in Atlanta--being just east of that time zone's boundary. You could take it another step and think that phrase also implies that God literally lives in that time zone. This makes a lot of sense, compared to the alternative. Truly, only the most ardent fundamentalist would maintain that God lives in the sky. How preposterous; there's nothing to sit on up there. The only question would be whether God prefers Cinci or Nashville. I would say Nashville, seeing as he has so many fans down there.

But if there must be a God's time zone, there may as well be a Lord's day, as it was written. Sunday is as good as anyother day to have it on. And today would definitely have to have been God's the Lord's day; it was absolutely gorgeous outside.

Wee's been pretty cranky as of late; she scratched me yesterday before work so fiercely that I bled all over the people in the streetcar. Fortunately my boss, Mrs. Flowingstream wasn't there.

Yesterday, while chasing her around for her daily exercise, she managed to hide from me long enough that I started to worry. I couldn't find her for what seemed like fifteen minutes, but was probably more like five. Silly me; I forgot what a literary young lady she is.
literary rabbit

Anyway, I knew Wee would love getting out on a day like today. So I caught her and put on her harness (on her, not me). She fought it tooth and freakin' nail, causing me to reconsider if I should just let her be. But I brought her out and she loved it.

Little Wee

One thing I've noticed about taking Wee to the park that I didn't notice when Sarah and I both went to the park with Wee is this: Wee is a chick magnet. I'm not saying the sky was darkened by a hail of flying bras, but chicks like to pet the ol' bunny, if you get my drift. Actually, lots of folks came up to pet the bunny and chat with me.

It's a lot more fun to have Wee along when I bring my guitar, too. Alone, I feel like I'm some freaky loner playing in the park. With Wee, I have moral support. And, Wee is a very polite, attentive audience. So I wrote a short little ditty for her on the spot. Listen (180K)

It was a fine day for Wee and me.

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