Picture unrelated, mostly.
It is a time of change here in the FYH household.
My daughter has her first serious boyfriend, and he has come to visit several times. Last time, I happened to need to clean guns, so I made that announcement and left them on the couch, crouched over their laptops, and set off for the workshop.
Of course, I watched for the young man’s reaction, and there was none to speak of. He didn’t seem to cringe from the idea, nor did he offer to come help, or even ask what kinds of guns I was going to clean.
Nevertheless, as a good father, I’ve thought about what this could mean, and here are my possible conclusions, in order of highest probability to least probability:
> He didn’t hear me, being too engrossed in Facebook or studying civil engineering.
> He heard me, but my daughter had warned him of the possibility of my gambit, and convinced him that he had nothing to fear.
> He heard me, but he comes from a family where cleaning guns is a normal weekend thing, and he was afraid to ask, worried that I might try to get him to clean AR gas tubes all afternoon instead of doing the Facebook thing, or studying civil engineering.
> He heard me, but he comes from a family that is indifferent to guns, and it wasn’t enough to steal him from Facebook or civil engineering.
> He heard me, but he comes from a family that is actively anti-gun, and he decided to wait for another time to bring it up.
> He heard me, but he also saw the 4 or 5 shovels I have in the garage, as well as the 20 acres of woods behind my house, and decided to play dumb.
In any case, I will try to actively engage him next time on the subject, maybe even invite him and my daughter to go shooting with me.
More to come . . . .