Solbit wonders, “What strange places are you taking me?”

Dear Nicalai,

I feel like we’ve been traveling and traveling north and away from you guys in California.  And we have, but, can you believe – we’re still here – in California that is.  What a big state!

No complaints though. Look at that beautiful bridge. It’s called the Sundial Bridge.

I don’t think the Sundial Bridge looks like a sundial, but, then, I don’t think Turtle Bay looks like a turtle either.

I don’t think the Sundial Bridge looks like a sundial, but, then, I don’t think Turtle Bay looks like a turtle either.

We’ve been driving in Nona and Papa’s old beat up Honda Civic, that’s an automobile, you know. It’s 20 years old. Don’t tell Nona and Papa that I said this, but it looks like junkyard material.  The air-conditioning is broken. No problem for me, I’m plastic, but Nona and Papa are old and the car gets hot. I asked them, “Why don’t you get that fixed?” Papa said, “Costs too much.” Nona said, “Have to stay within our budget.”  I’ve got a word for that: “penny pinchers.”

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The views as we drive north in California are great, but, oh, girl, the car is hot without air conditioning.

Oh, hey, here’s a question: What are Red Bluff, Weed, and Klamath Falls?  If you said, a red cliff, a plant nobody wants, and a place where water falls over a cliff, then you would be WRONG! They are towns we’ve stayed in along the way. Strange place names, huh?

I wondered, “Why go to these towns?” – but then overheard them talking excitedly, “60 species today and 5 that are new to us! Wow!”  Well, you know what they’re excited about: birds.  Just say the words “White-fronted goose” or “Bullock’s Oriole” and binoculars materialize in front of their eyes before you can say “Stop It.”  They like watching birds.  I heard someone call them “Twitchers” when we were in Australia.  Yes, I did.

Well, birds are ok, but, for me, I like the long view, like this one of Mount Shasta that we got to see as we drove up the road toward Oregon.

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Sitting in our hot car looking out to that cold snow covered mountain peak.  Ah, so good.

We’re almost at our next stop, something about “a dead volcano.” Do I want to go see “dead” things?  I’ll let you know next time.  Bye.

I’m your friend.

Love,

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Solbit

April 2015

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  • You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
  • You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”

A Wild Day in Palo Alto

Dear Nicalai,

Well, didn’t we have a good time at the Palo Alto Junior Museum and Zoo. Nick, when you snuggled with that bobcat cub, I thought, “He’s going to ask to take it home with him.”

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Nick loved the wild bobcat cub.

Good thing you didn’t, it’s a statue and bolted into the ground!  Although, I could see you trying to muscle it out of the ground, and, then, oh, boy, we would have gotten into trouble.

Fortunately, Nona called us all over to see one of my distant cousins.

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The tortoise can go almost anywhere in the wild and still be at home, because it carries its home everywhere.

“Hey, what’s this African spurred tortoise doing in California,” I asked Nona.  “You think it swam all the way across the oceans?”  Luke calmly and rationally explained that some human being had almost certainly collected it in Africa as a “specimen” and flew it here on a commercial airliner.  Luke knows things.

Gosh, remember how we all felt so sorry for this poor bird? “A raptor,” Luke said.  It had been injured and couldn’t fly.  “Flying is how a raptor makes it’s living,” Luke explained.  “An injured raptor would die if left in the wild.”

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“Nona, quick! Put me in your pocket or the raptor will eat me!” I yelled too loud, but the nice woman said I was safe. The poor bird can’t fly.

So, we were happy that the Museum and Zoo has made a home for this bird and that it has someone to make sure it is happy and healthy. What I just wrote makes me wonder, can birds be happy or sad? Luke, I bet you know, so please write me about that.  Thanks! I’m your friend.

Love,

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Solbit

April 2015

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  • You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
  • You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”

Solbit wonders, “What if we stopped traveling? What would life be like then?”

Dear Nicalai,

After spending time with you this spring, I got to wondering what would life be like if Nona, Papa, and I stopped traveling.  We’d live in one place like you.  I think I might like that.

Maybe I would get to go to school?  When I saw you with your class, that looked appealing to me.

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Oh, how I’d like to be in a class choir and sing with the other students!

Do you think your school would take a plastic jurassic like me?  If they would, I wonder if I could have a really little desk?  You do have desks, don’t you?

If we settled down some place, I could ask Nona and Papa to give me a birthday party — like you had — and then I could invite you and all my classmates for cake and ice cream and BOUNCING!

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Your birthday party was at a place called Bounce, because it has big inflated things you can bounce on. Fun!

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Oh, seeing this picture of Camden gives me another idea.  If we stopped traveling, I could have a place to set up my own Legos since they are just small enough and light enough that I could build things by myself.

We can’t have a pet now, because it wouldn’t be fair to keep a pet in a kennel for months at a time while we travel. If we stopped traveling, though, we could have a pet!  Nona could feed it.  Papa could take it for walks — pick up and bag the you-know-what — and give it baths, and I could play with it and keep it company.

If cats and dogs can be friends in the same house, then I think a Plastic Jurassic and a dog could get along fine, especially since I’m a vegetarian iguanodon.

If cats and dogs can be friends in the same house, then I think a Plastic Jurassic and a dog could get along fine, especially since I’m a vegetarian iguanodon.

So, I asked Nona if we could stop traveling and settle down some place.  Know what she said? “Solbit, why would we want to do that?  We haven’t seen South America yet.  We need to go back to Italy.  Papa wants to go back to Siem Reap, too. Oh, and what about visiting your cousins in Tasmania. Remember them?”

I see her point.  Whatever choice we make — stop traveling to settle down or continue traveling to see the world — we have to give up something, but we also get something we want.  Nona and Papa want to see new places and people.

When I think back on our travels so far, I’d have to say that I look forward to more travel, and I can settle for just dreaming about what life would be like if we settled down.  Some of us travel; some of us live in one place. Nona, Papa, and I are on the road again.  I’m happy with that.

I’m your friend.

Love,

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Solbit

March 2015

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  • You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
  • You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”

Solbit Is Making Friends on the California Coast

Dear Nicalai,

It happened suddenly. Without warning. Whoosh! Papa lurched backward in Nona’s and my direction. “What was that!” Nona cried out. Our friend Henriette stifled a laugh. I think she knew what would happen. Papa caught his balance and turned to face us.

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Mochambo the Llama is a champion spitter, for sure.

“That was the Llama spitting in my face.  Wow, Mochambo (name of Llama) must have a powerful diaphragm,” Papa said, with respect, admiration, and perhaps a tinge of fear.

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Scooby jumped a little and barked, as if saying, “Do it again Mochambo!”

Right away, I knew I liked both Mochambo and Scooby, and we became instant friends. “Yeah, Mochambo,” I said, “please spit in Papa’s face again. That was so funny!  You really surprised him!”  Mochambo declined though, “I have to wait until another time when he’s not expecting it.  Bring him around tomorrow, and maybe we can surprise him again.”  Alright!

Well, I’ve been making one friend after another as we travel up the coast of California.  I’m surprised where I find them.  For instance, the other day, I was looking at a hole in the ground, and just before I could ask Nona what’s that hole for, this guy popped out.

Digger the gopher makes his home by, you guessed it, digging a tunnel in the ground, and he makes rooms underground for his nest.

Digger the gopher makes his home by, you guessed it, digging a tunnel in the ground, and he makes rooms underground for his nest.

“Hey, I’m Solbit, what’s your name?” I asked.  “Digger’s my name. Mucho gusto!  You know that’s Spanish for “pleased to meet you”, and I am.”  I guess California gophers are bilingual.  I wish I was.

Everywhere we go, we meet strangers, and, then, when we part, we’re friends.  The thing is that you have to go out to meet strangers face to face, and, then, you can make new friends.  Sometimes, though, it’s hard to meet strangers.

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I was pretty sure someone was out there in those flowers, but we needed to get closer.

For example, I have the hardest time making friends with strange birds, don’t you?  By the time I get close enough to say hello, zoom, they’re flying away.

This California towhee let me get a good look, but flew away before I could greet her (or was it a him?).

This California towhee let me get a good look, but flew away before I could greet her (or was it a him?).

Even though the birds usually fly away before we meet, I think that we could be good friends.  You know, maybe they just need their space.  I think I can be their friend by just admiring them and giving them their space.  Right?

One more thing: I am so glad that you are my friend and that I can write you about what I’m doing, feeling, and thinking.  You’re the best.  Thanks!

I’m your friend.

Love,

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Solbit

March 2015

*New reader? Get oriented below.

  • You may be asking yourself, “Who is Solbit?” Solbit is a fictional character, but she is a real plastic dinosaur, sent to us unsolicited in a package we ordered from Photojojo. So, she’s a plastic jurassic. Solbit is short for the four names given her by our grandchildren: Sparkle, Orangie, Lulu, Breakit. We tend to use her given names for when she’s been naughty. Thank you for visiting Tales of a Plastic Jurassic. Solbit likes company and hopes you’ll come back.
  • You can learn more about Solbit at her About page and in the earlier posts, “Solbit: How I Got My Name” and “Solbit: How I Got to Travel.”