Mr. T and I have decided to learn to handle firearms. This was not an overnight decision or one we take lightly. In fact, we have steadfastly refused to even have such things in the house. And yet, I have belonged to the NRA for years because I wholeheartedly support the 2nd Amendment.
But the world doesn’t feel very safe anymore. What if the neighborly thing is to know how to use all the firearms I think most of our neighbors keep at the ready? Wouldn’t we be letting down the side, useless when the rubber hits the road, if and when the time comes when one must operate a gun?
After giving this serious thought for several years, Mr. T and I enrolled in a private class taught by a police instructor. So far, I am even more useless than I thought since I couldn’t even pull back the slide or rack the slide or wrack the nerves or whatever it was I wasn’t strong enough to do.
Tomorrow is our first actual shooting day. I have doubts that I can pull this off. What happened to the cute little pearl-handled gun that Nancy Reagan kept in her purse? That was more to my way of thinking–not these big, heavy black Glock-things that look scary.
Oh well. More on all of it after the class. In the meantime, a bit of food for thought–lots of thought.
My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —
In Corners — till a Day
The Owner passed — identified —
And carried Me away —
And now We roam in Sovereign Woods —
And now We hunt the Doe —
And every time I speak for Him —
The Mountains straight reply —
And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow —
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through —
And when at Night — Our good Day done —
I guard My Master’s Head —
‘Tis better than the Eider-Duck’s
Deep Pillow — to have shared —
To foe of His — I’m deadly foe —
None stir the second time —
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye —
Or an emphatic Thumb —
Though I than He — may longer live
He longer must — than I —
For I have but the power to kill,
Without — the power to die —