Apple of my Eye? (Apple IN my Eye?) Revenge of the Falling Fruit
I wake today with my first black eye ever.
My husband tells me it’s an opportunity for great story telling. I can alarm people with tales of “you should have seen the other guy” i.e. him.
The fact is that I was attacked by an apple. Maybe I should say “counter-attacked”–I was, at the time, prodding the tree with a stick. (Yes, there was also occasional whacking, but the word “throttling” is definitely not appropriate.)
Snow was coming. The tree was still laden. But the apples were too high to be picked on branches too high to be shaken. Hence, the stick, hence, the prodding, hence the face turned straight up to the potentially falling fruit.
Whack!
One hit my eye socket with a force that would have shocked even Newton. The eye itself was covered by a lens which may have been good for the retina, less so for the upper and lower lids, which were–and here the word may be appropriate–throttled.
Ouch.
Oh, you, you apple of my eye–I think I’ll have you baked.
(P.S. This is my 1000th post on this blog. I’m not sure what that means exactly, other than that I seem to have had a fair amount of spare time on my hands over the last couple of years. Still, it does feel like a bit of a landmark, particularly in light of Nanowrimo -National Novel Writing Month- about to begin. Hmmm…..)
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ManicDDaily 
October 30, 2011 at 8:59 pm
Oh, I’m so sorry the apple socked you in the eye.
October 30, 2011 at 9:14 pm
Ha. Thanks. It isn’t painful but does look like I have heavy make-up on one eye.
October 31, 2011 at 2:41 pm
oh my….so did you make a pie out of it just to get back at it? smiles. hope it is feeling better…