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I never like leaving my old ladies. My old lizard and I were both very sad this morning. She shared with me her secret treat of dry cornflakes as I cried into my coffee.

Later, as we said our goodbyes under the grapevines in the yard, the resident stray cats watched impassively. I suppose I could not have stayed forever. I have things to do, paintings to paint, an art show to prepare. And the old ladies don’t mind me anyway. Still, I hope my old lizard will continue to apply lotion to her legs twice a day.

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  1. Is there a story behind why you call her “my old lizard”?

    1. Yes. I think I started calling her that about 13 years ago when I noticed how rough the skin on her legs was. I’m afraid it hasn’t gotten any better!

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