“So, are you going to just keep smiling like a bump on a log and not answer me,” I asked in an annoyed tone of voice. After all, I had introduced myself, “Hi, I’m Solbit. What’s your name?” He just smiled and said nothing. That bothered me…
We were walking in Moorten Botanical Garden when I saw another piece of wood with an interesting but unfamiliar pattern, and I enjoyed that, too.
Speaking of beautiful patterns, they don’t have to be complicated, you know. Sometimes simple is best.
We saw the boulder at Joshua Tree National Park.
Maybe you can go to these places one day, and write me about the ordinary things you see that turn out to extraordinary, if you notice them as I did. I’m going to boast that no one appreciates what’s in view more than I do.
(Nona says that I shouldn’t boast, but, then, she also says I should always tell the truth. In this case, how can I tell the truth about myself without boasting? I asked Papa about that, and he said, “Solbit, you’re on the horns of a dilemma.” I pointed out that, actually, I was in his hand, not on any horns of any kind. He just giggled.)
Hey, by the time you get this letter, we should already be in South America! I’ll try to write you from Ecuador. Bye!
I’m your friend.
*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.”