Cookie Lizard, If You Will

When I was...maybe 17 or 18?...I got a shadow box and started collecting miniatures.

It pretty much looked more or less exactly like this. It is, as they say,
a very small fucking world.

A couple of weeks ago, as part of my pre-divorce downsizing, I threw away my beloved shadow box and most of the miniatures it held. Because I had bought many of those tiny treasures with my spouse, and no matter how many wonderful memories they held, they stood like sentinels between me and the clean break I feel I must make in order to get on with my life.

Reason #681 why divorce sucks.

Just in case you thought it was all
top hats and new dance sensations.

Still, I had started shadow boxing before I met him, and some of the little tchotchkes represented the person I was before I was part of a dating/engaged/married couple. I rescued those few (a frog wearing a gold crown, a badger representing my home state of Wisconsin, a couple of others) and packed them away. My spouse took a couple that he felt particularly attached to...to which he felt particularly attached...whatever. The rest, along with the shadow box itself, ended up in the trash.

But I was unable to part with one figurine we bought together waaaaay back in the day.

This is Eldon, the Cookie Eating Lizard.

He is a lizard. Eating a cookie. As advertised.

I don't remember exactly where or when we bought him. Just that he charmed the socks off both of us.

He's wearing a cowboy hat. And eating a cookie. And he's blue.

I threw away a lot of amazing little miniature sculptures. But I couldn't part with Eldon the Cookie Eating Lizard.

Nom nom nom.

Eldon will come to my new apartment. He'll occupy a place of honor somewhere. Because I love him.

Maybe I'll start taking him to places I go and photographing him. Like Flat Stanley. Only Non-Flat Blue Lizard with a Cookie.

Now available for appearances.

If cookies are provided.