There are some people who consider Boyfriend and I childish. We don’t mind. Childishness can be marvelous and we are sure that particular sobriquet is given not without a touch of envy.
We have a toy bunny, and we don’t care who knows it.
Bunny has journeyed everywhere with us, and shows all the markings of a well-traveled companion. He has the tears, scratches and unavoidable lumpiness that come when one is stuffed into purses, knapsacks and pockets.
So Saturday we took Bunny surfing.
On Boyfriend’s hand-made board, Bunny waited for the awesome swell that would send him roaring to shore, like Da Bull, in 1960.
When that dark line of water appeared, Bunny was calm, knowing that the spirit of Micky Dora was watching…
But Bunny was reckless, carrying a stance that was too lop-sided. And the wave fell on him like a heavy curtain.
Bunny was soggy for the rest of the day. I hope he doesn’t get moldy.