Oh, girl, did I have a scare today! You remember that before Papa retired, he was what he called a “non-profit, public interest lobbyist” in Washington. That’s a mouthful, isn’t it? Over the past 3 years, I’ve figured out what that means, I think. He tried to influence what the government does. BORING! So, this morning when Papa said, “Hey, let’s take a walk over to Government House,” I thought maybe he was taking us to work here in Victoria.
“Papa, let’s not do that, OK?” I pleaded with him. Something was a bit off though. He didn’t have on his dress shirt and bow tie. He always wore those to work. So, I asked him, “If you’re going to Government House, why are you wearing your raggedy hiking outfit? And, by the way, Papa, I’m not putting on a bow tie for you. Please let’s not go to work.”
Of course, I had jumped to the wrong conclusion. He just meant that we could walk the beautiful grounds around Government House. “Solbit, I promise no lobbying here. We can do that in November when we go to Washington.” I liked the first half of what he said, but I didn’t argue with his second part. I can do that in November or on our way to Washington.
We saw some things that interested me outside Government House. For instance, I’d like to learn to paint pictures. Then I would make a picture of these leaves.
As a modern Jurassic, I’m finding my “inner artist.” I look at these leaves and my first thought isn’t “I wonder how these would taste?” Nona has helped me to develop an appetite for beauty. Now I look at these and ask myself, how could I compose a painting that would convey how these leaves make me feel when I see them. My Jurassic ancestors must be rolling over in their fossil beds to hear me say that.
When we saw these flowers, I got a little sad, because they looked to me like maybe they were at the end of their too short lives.
Nona said, “Solbit,I think you feel droopy when you look at those pretty flowers because you feel for them. Do you know that you are experiencing something called empathy?” I asked, “Is that bad, Nona?” She told me that empathy is a good thing to experience, “because it means you can feel what someone else or another thing is feeling.”
We had not yet caught up with Papa. (He was wondering into the garden solo. I think he likes doing that.) We came to these red flowers. I looked at them and perked up. Something about that color made me feel happier.
Well, I hope you’re having as good a summer as I am here in Victoria, but the news of forest fires, smoke, and mudslides there in California doesn’t sound good. Please write soon and tell me you’re safe and enjoying the summer flowers, too.
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.”