Farewell, northern CA; hello, southern CA

Dear Nicalai,

How do you Californians wear t-shirts — even tank tops! — in this winter weather? We gotta get outta here!

We took off to meet the warm and sunny skies of Southern California.  Couldn’t wait to get out of this chilly Northern California weather.

Please, don’t misunderstand me. We’ve enjoyed being with you during our December holiday stay in Los Gatos and San Jose, but we have to get back to what we do — what we do all the time — traveling…where the weather is warm.

Milo, the cat, said goodbye to me, and then went right back to what he does — what he does all the time— snoozing on someone’s bed…where, I bet, it is warm all the time.

Milo, the cat, said goodbye to me, and then went right back to what he does — what he does all the time— snoozing on someone’s bed…where, I bet, it is warm all the time.

Yep, goodbye Northern California and hello Southern California.  Nona and Papa have old peoples’ bones, and they like the warmer weather down there.

We traveled in Nona and Papa’s new car, a Prius C. It has that knock-your-socks-off bright yellow paint. It’s called “Sunglow,” and does it ever. Papa misses our old Civic, because “I want to shift the gears.” The Prius has automatic shift.  I guess old farm boys like Papa like the old ways. One thing he does like about the Prius is 47 miles per gallon of gas. Nona likes that too when she looks at our budget.

We stopped at a lot of places on our way south. One place we stopped was Morro Bay.  A gull surprised me there, when she walked right up to me on the dock.  I thought she was going to eat me! But I was wrong.

“Hey, I know you.  You’re a plastic iguanodon. Are you the blogger of ‘Tales of A Plastic Jurassic?’” squawked the gull.

“Hey, I know you.  You’re a plastic iguanodon. Are you the blogger of ‘Tales of A Plastic Jurassic?’” squawked the gull.

Imagine my surprise, when she asked me if I were a blogger.  Amazing! I said, “Why yes, m’am, I am.  How did you know?”  She said that she heard a woman with an iPhone on a beach talking about me, “Can you believe it? A blogging plastic jurassic. So what’s next? We’ll be reading a beach blog by a California gull?”

The gull said that the woman’s husband replied, “Hey, just imagine the pictures on that blog.” The gull told me, “He’s right, you know.  I could get some great photos as I fly over the beaches.”  Maybe I should do a blog. How hard is it to do? I said, “Wordpress makes it easy, so the most important thing is to get yourself a good editor.”  I also added, “Papa edits mine, and he does an okay job, but, don’t tell him, I’m looking into someone who is a bit more professional.”

We arrived in Palm Springs on New Years Eve, but we didn’t go to any parties.  Parties usually start after Nona and Papa have already gone to bed.  I think it was just six days later that I experienced my first earthquake.  4.5 on the Richter Scale and centered in Banning, California.  Did you know that earthquakes build mountains? That was news to me.

We have a great view of the mountains around Palm Springs, especially on our walks out by Araby Lane.  That’s where we go to see birds.

We can see all kinds of birds on our walks AND see the beautiful snow capped mountains, without getting cold.

We can see all kinds of birds on our walks AND see the beautiful snow capped mountains, without getting cold.

Another benefit of living in Palm Springs in the winter time is oranges … and grapefruit.  These tasty citrus fruits are everywhere.  We don’t even have to go to the grocery store to buy them.

We can just walk into our backyard and pick an orange or a grapefruit for breakfast or for a snack.

We can just walk into our backyard and pick an orange or a grapefruit for breakfast or for a snack.

Oh, I forgot, we have lemons too.  That won’t surprise you, because, even in San Jose, you have a Meyer Lemon tree, and it is full of lemons, I know. Hey, we’re going on our Thursday night walk to the street market to have those wonderful burritos from the booth at the corner by the old library.  Have to wear a jacket tonight, even though we’re in Southern California. See you later. Bye.

I’m your friend.

Love,

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Solbit

December 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.”

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