Just Walk the Rabbit

My mom was so bored that she took my brother’s pet rabbit for a walk … as in collar-and-leash walk … with a rabbit. And yes, Carrotina is a white rabbit. Alice would be intrigued. 

Oddly enough, walking a rabbit is more like walking a dog. I thought it would be more like walking a cat, with the cat pulling against the leash, flopping onto one side, and dragging behind in the grass. I guess a rabbit takes well to the leash, reveling in new-found freedom from a cage, jumping and flipping around in the air just like a young bunny.

Mom is supposed to be healing her back. She does not know what to do with herself, and she does not know how to not work. Most people dream of days of having nothing to do, myself included. I do love a “nothing day,” but after awhile, I’m irritated with myself and the world. I don’t know what do with myself, and I have plenty to write or paper oak leaves to cut. I can understand her frustration at not being productive.

Productivity and accomplishment are a Western ideal. Sock money away for retirement funds, because life begins at retirement, right? Follow this path, and you will get exactly what you want, as long as your wants come from this specific list approved by the masses. If you want to be “different,” here’s a list of acceptable ideas for that. You really only have to worry about yourself and your family; this whole global connectedness thing is overrated. Compassion should be limited to abstraction and not action. Yes, I am feeling some angst over here … I envy Carrotina for being to able flip around in the June grass.

I never would have thought of walking the pet rabbit. My mom gets big kudos for creativity. Creativity is extremely undervalued. I see many people watching budget lines, cutting programs to meet budgets, reacting out of fear. I’m done with this mentality. There has to be something more. Maybe it can be found in walking the rabbit.