Oh, girl, when Nona said that we would spend two weeks in Eugene, Oregon, I just rolled my eyes and sighed. Who wants to spend time in a place named “Eugene?” Now, if it were named “Justin,” different story. I wasn’t going to Eugene, “No way, Nona, Eugene sounds boring.”
Of course, being our planner, Nona had already booked our AirBnB, and Eugene is where we are. Well, surprise, I’m not bored. Eugene has me thinking. Nona and Papa took me out to a place called Dorris Ranch. That’s where I realized something new. I’m not seeing things the same way as Nona and Papa. Why? No, not just because I’m younger than them — a lot younger — it’s because I’m so tiny compared to them. I think my size makes a difference how I feel about what I see.
Nona and Papa said, “Solbit, isn’t this a lovely grove of hazelnut trees?” I said, “Oh, my! I’m overwhelmed. It’s like a huge natural cathedral! It’s beautiful and I like it, but it makes me feel small and insignificant, like I’m a piece of dust.” Nona said, “Yeah, big cathedrals can make you feel that way too, but try, instead, to feel that you’re a part of it and that these tall trees are hugging you with their beauty.” I tried that, and I have to admit, it did change my perspective, and I felt different, better.
I got over “better” real fast, though. A few moments later, Papa nearly stepped on this guy.
“Don’t drop me, Nona!” I yelled, and the snake slithered away. I guess my scream scared it. If I had been on the ground, girl, I’d have been down its alimentary canal as an appetizer. Of course, Nona and Papa towered over the snake. All they had to worry about was its venom, but we learned it’s non-poisonous – no venom. Harmless to them, they’re too big to eat, but not harmless to me. That’s a difference between their perspective and mine.
The next part of our walk at Dorris Ranch was right out of Africa. At least, I thought I was back in Tanzania walking in a savannah. Look at this.
I would never have imagined that staying in Eugene Oregon would cause me to remember our time in Africa. Papa said, “Solbit, sometimes a similar perspective in a different place reminds you of a place you’ve been to.” Funny how memory works, isn’t it?
Hey, I gotta go now. Nona and Papa want to go to some weird Eugene vegan place for lunch, but one last thing about our walk and my perspective. Sometimes it’s good to look at things from the other end. If you do, you might see something interesting.
If you look at a thing in a different way, you may see new parts of it, and then life won’t be so boring. That’s what I learned in the town with a boring name, Eugene, but I’m glad we came here. Eugene changed my perspective, in a good way. Bye.
I’m your friend.
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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.”