One of the latest apples to fall from our family tree is my three-year-old grandson Grant.
Grant’s bottom lip is a familiar family feature, as is his propensity for fun,
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?