Hello. It’s Belinda.
I'm writing this in the middle of the night. So if it doesn't "flow" that's why.
I'm trying to stay awake until Daylight Saving Time starts. Or until it ends.
Who knows because as far as I can "calculate" there is nothing to save. The day does what it wants. The humans just move the clock back and forth.
Which is why I'm up working. Trying to reset my internal clock. "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em," as Dale Carnegie says.
And that's another thing. Trying to be like other rabbits.
In fact that is the main point of this blog. My big "aha" about the time change.
I should probably put this part at the top of my blog. Except I'm too tired to copy and paste. That tells you something right there about my work ethic.
Anyway I noticed a pattern with the others in this house. As in they don't care about Daylight Saving Time.
For example, my roommate. When we "fall back," she says it makes the evenings feel cozy. When we "spring ahead," she walks around singing about April in Paris.
My boyfriend's companion is just as bad. Doesn't care if her meals are late. Her eating habits are odd anyway, to tell you the truth. She's a "grazer." Eats five pellets and walks away. Let that sink in.
Does the same thing with salad. Stares at it instead of eating it right away. None of my business but come on.
The only thing we have in common is we are "treat monsters."
My roommate will say "I just gave you one!" but my boyfriend's companion will stare and stare until my roommate cracks. "Oh you poor baby," she says and reaches for the bag. The companion is an odd duck but she can make my roommate do anything.
The English never complains about the time change either. If he did, I would hear all about it through the vents. Plus my roommate would be giving him extra goodies to calm him down. I can hear "sna" two floors away. Or "acker." I know what that means.
So you may be wondering why "DST" gets to me only.
The reason is going to blow your mind.
It's because the new day begins in New Zealand. My homeland.
I looked it up. Something called the "International Date Line" runs right beside New Zealand. By the Chatham Islands. It's already tomorrow if you are in the Chatham Islands.
And if you step over the Date Line, you are in the next day. Turn around and take a step and you’ve “gone back in time."
So there you go. It's in my genes.
"You can take a spokesrabbit out of New Zealand, but you can't take New Zealand out of a spokesrabbit."
And that's why I'm wide awake right now. Because I can play along with the clock going forward and pretending to save daylight and Paris.
But I'm not going to pretend I'm like the others. Or act like I enjoy this.
That's where I draw the line.
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select