Formally known as Tunny and Lunny, although I never knew which was who. My five year old neighbor, Truxton, named them after a birthday trip to the pet store—to get a frog—went awry. Trux and Truxton (big and little) came home with bunnies instead. Love at first sight doesn’t always last and now they live with me. Or rather, with our chickens. Strangely, their new names came to me in a dream. Weird but true. At least it’s better dreaming bunny names than Road Association meetings. The next day I awoke in a foul mood from a nightmare in which a neighbor decided last minute not to have the meeting at his house and everybody piled into mine. Without asking. Steve couldn’t hack it and bailed. I was angry but no one would listen to me. The people running it (who don’t actually live here) were trying to include gates, flu shots, and charges for toasting our bagels all into a bundle of expenses that I was against. My friend, Dawn, from high school was saying “Laura, they know we are friends so they want me to talk to you and calm you down…”

It is good to have bunnies again.