Love-Hate Relationship with My Left Hand
My hand says, "Rabbit."
I don't know why.
I often jot important reminders on my hand. My left hand, because I am right-handed. Today my left hand says, RSS. SWitkin. TShirts. Library. Rabbit.
I don't know what Rabbit means. I don't want a rabbit for a pet. I don't want to eat rabbit for dinner. I recently laughed myself silly over the rabbit section of "Regrettable Foods" but that's not why I wrote Rabbit on my hand, I am certain of that.
Did I perhaps mean a word that sounds like Rabbit? Rabbi, for instance? While I do miss the Jewish rituals I celebrated with my ex-husband, I never intended to convert. Rabbi is unlikely. Perhaps I mean the small car. I am looking for a new car, but buying a Volkswagen Rabbit has never crossed my mind. And they stopped making them in 1984. I certainly don't want a 20-year-old Volkswagen!
Everything else written on my left hand, I understand. SWitkin is a man who is licensing my stories for a musical revue. RSS is a syndication feed. TShirts reminds me to get ancillary marketing going soon. Library is encouragement to locate the library, and stop spending $$ at Amazon.
But... Rabbit?
Was I reminding myself not to be timid?
I have a love-hate relationship with my left hand.
Comments
I humbly suggest you add an entry to your left hand:
verbs
Posted by: JohnG | December 18, 2005 08:07 AM
I'm thinking of renting ad space on my hand. I'm mildly curious to see if ink toxins will cause cancer.
Posted by: the goddess herself | December 20, 2005 09:46 PM
Why not rent out the ad space on your other hand? Then you can still use your left one for yourself. Cancer? Hmmm... I'm always writing stuff on the back of my hand, never been daignosed with anything nasty yet ;-)
Posted by: Steve | March 25, 2006 03:51 PM