Have you ever noticed people are a lot like apples? Some are tart, some are sweet and juicy; others are a bit of both. Apples come in a variety of colors and sizes and textures; many are home grown, still others imported. Some apples bruise easily and can threaten to spoil the entire barrel. And then there are those that fall, hit the ground rolling and never look back. Alas, the apple never falls far from the tree.
One of the latest apples to fall from our family tree is my three-year-old grandson Grant.
One of the latest apples to fall from our family tree is my three-year-old grandson Grant.
He's tripped over that lip several times in the last few months.
Need I state the obvious? Our family tree tends to produce our fair share of crabapples, wild apples according to Thoreau. We’re a strong willed bunch with a hard tart flesh, too sour for consumption uncooked. We’re masters at cooking though, at stirring the pot until things come to a boil. We're all fans of applesauce.
Grant’s bottom lip is a familiar family feature, as is his propensity for fun,
Grant’s bottom lip is a familiar family feature, as is his propensity for fun,
Mecurical is the best description for Grant's moods.
for adventure,
Grant's a true olympian when it comes to water sports.
for taking charge,
Good job daddy. Pump it up!
and for freely adding his unsolicited two cents.
Look ma. No cavities.
Before retirement and a fixed income, I was more inclined to double the ante than give up my hand. Some might even say I was a little strong willed (the end of the line is two blocks
south if you’re hoping to join the parade of family members ready for an intervention). In my younger days (in other words, during my first marriage) I could be obstinate, stubborn, stalwart, headstrong, mulish and uncompromising (my ex is probably having an apoplectic fit right now). And while the aforementioned adjectives are not completely flattering, they do have the potential for substance, character and strength when dispensed in tasteful quantities as opposed to my antithesis, weak-willed. It hardly seems possible to put a positive spin on Webster’s spineless, weak, easily swayed, irresolute or indecisive antonyms.
Of course, obstinacy can be so disfiguring. I’ve bitten off my nose to spite my face so many times I think it may be time for a nose job. You think while they’re in the area I should have my sinuses aerated too? I’ve been stuffy for at least 10 years. I heard sinus surgery is one party you don’t want to miss (that was my subtle and very nasally attempt at sarcasm).
Jim claims his sinus surgery was right up there with root canals and giving birth. He must have thrown in the birthing part to garner sympathy because obviously his is not the voice of experience when it comes to giving birth. Of course, given his experience when it comes to sinus surgery, perhaps I shouldn’t upset the apple cart and challenge the veracity of his statement. I confess; I’ve mellowed over the years.
I know there’s a point somewhere behind this convoluted detour (obviously the only portion of today’s blog even remotely devoted to travel). Oh yeah, now I remember.
Wouldn’t you agree, the apple (even crabapples) is still the noblest (and sweetest) of all fruits?
south if you’re hoping to join the parade of family members ready for an intervention). In my younger days (in other words, during my first marriage) I could be obstinate, stubborn, stalwart, headstrong, mulish and uncompromising (my ex is probably having an apoplectic fit right now). And while the aforementioned adjectives are not completely flattering, they do have the potential for substance, character and strength when dispensed in tasteful quantities as opposed to my antithesis, weak-willed. It hardly seems possible to put a positive spin on Webster’s spineless, weak, easily swayed, irresolute or indecisive antonyms.
Of course, obstinacy can be so disfiguring. I’ve bitten off my nose to spite my face so many times I think it may be time for a nose job. You think while they’re in the area I should have my sinuses aerated too? I’ve been stuffy for at least 10 years. I heard sinus surgery is one party you don’t want to miss (that was my subtle and very nasally attempt at sarcasm).
Jim claims his sinus surgery was right up there with root canals and giving birth. He must have thrown in the birthing part to garner sympathy because obviously his is not the voice of experience when it comes to giving birth. Of course, given his experience when it comes to sinus surgery, perhaps I shouldn’t upset the apple cart and challenge the veracity of his statement. I confess; I’ve mellowed over the years.
I know there’s a point somewhere behind this convoluted detour (obviously the only portion of today’s blog even remotely devoted to travel). Oh yeah, now I remember.
Wouldn’t you agree, the apple (even crabapples) is still the noblest (and sweetest) of all fruits?
There's no resisting this sweet, savory apple when he pours on the charm.
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