Well, here we are . . . with our gun. Look at us. It's a Sunday for crying out loud! We never should have left the security of extended family Sunday dinners. What's to become of us? Still, perhaps it isn't so unsabbathy, it is afterall mearly a BB gun. That can't possibly be considered as unwholesome as shooting a rifle, or even a .22 -- just an innocent little BB gun. Plus, as you can see, I am still in my Sunday best and we are only shooting the remains of a broken Sunday dinner plate. Which leads me to how this Sunday evening activity all came about.
I was just about to break out the super-glue to glue back on the broken side of this plate when Mike told me that it wasn't worth saving as it already had another large crack down the middle. This was shocking to me and here is why: Mike is a keeper. No, not a keeper like,"He's a keeper! Don't let go of him!" -- though he certainly is that. But, I was referring to him as a "keeper of things" -- meaning, someone who does not believe in throwing stuff away. It would appear that it was perhaps the opportunity to shoot something up that allowed him to overcome his natural ways. That is why I was so willing to join in, and I cherish this newly acquired information, because I am not a keeper (once again, I don't mean I'm not one you'd want to keep) simply that I do not like to keep "things." I now feel better equipped to deal with this difference in our natures. In the future when I want to throw something out and Mike can't quite part with it, I will simply suggest we shoot it up -- maybe even blow it up (if shooting doesn't tempt him enough). Of course, that still won't allow us to give things to the needy, but it's a start, definitely a start.