Beethoven’s Brother

I’m neither. Or none. I’m just not. Firstly, I am Mindi and am no one’s brother. Secondly, although my brothers are quite talented and smart, they’re not Beethoven. So I am none of the above; but I like the alliteration – and it has the right je ne sais quoi. (Don’t be fooled – I had to look up how to spell that. My ethnocentric view of the Frenchies leads me to this conclusion: The French spell things in very strange ways.)

I wonder how I ever came to be part of this family I’m in. There are brilliant people in my family. There are birders and cooks and peeps that read books. See? And then there’s me. I can come up with a Dr. Seuss spin off every now and then. Oh well. I simply make myself laugh. And I find it to be an exceptionally good day if I can make others laugh along with me.

Sometimes I get to thinking I can be smart, too. No such luck. Well really – no such ambition. I am not driven to be brilliant. Example: On the days that I do have ambition, my ambition leans towards getting As rather than retaining brilliance. The two are not the same. I would love to be brilliant – occasionally. Not nearly enough to be taken seriously, though. And perhaps the brilliant people are simply brilliant and aren’t driven to it. Jerks. And since I have a lack luster ambition for this brilliance that I seek and simply am not, it generally escapes me.

Lucky for me, I have family to remind me of my drastic bent for comic relief in the stead of brilliance. This brings me back down to the reality that my ladle was hardly dipped into the same genetic pool from where my relatives seemed to have sprung forth. Either that or mine was an extremely shallow dip and they are filled with the marvelous nutrients found only deeper in the pool.

Be I from a shallow dip or nearby toxic runoff; no matter. I enjoy this string of primordial ooze lined up oh so swimmingly (Ha!) to form me. I am not that either; an evolutionist as defined in most circles. I am a creationist that has no problem at all with micro evolution. Macro evolution, though, is as fairy tale-ish as a universal health care plan, but I digress – a lot…