A Sort of Silly Story
A little personal story … and the outcome I blame on long time commenter, JA aka the Jewish Atheist.
About a month ago, after dinner with my wife and youngest daughter, we stopped in a sporting goods store with an eye to pricing camping equipment. The store didn’t have a good selection of “real” (backwoods, hiking/canoeing) gear but my youngest announced she needed a new swimsuit.
Blam! I was trapped. Time just gets sucked away when two women start shopping. The two of them dived into the suits picking out various ones and trying on a vast array of offerings. So I was left to wander the store. I didn’t find much. An odd or end to help clean the pistol (.22 caliber Ruger Mark III) we use for our weekly range outing. The only other thing I found (and purchased) was an inexpensive Buck folding knife. Which … my eldest daughter then appropriated for herself. Hmmph.
Now, some months ago, JA had recommended a Spyderco “Sharpmaker” for keeping kitchen and other knives sharp. I had taken it to a family gathering some time ago and whiled away some hours gainfully sharpening our hosts cutlery and as a tool it’s worked quite well. Anyhow, having had one knife snatched like that led me to shop for another … and I picked up a book on “whittling” from Amazon (The Little Book of Whittling) after all you can’t do anything without more books. 🙂
Seeing that Spyderco made a sharpener so I checked and lo and behold they make knives too, e.g., the Spyderco Tenacious. I got this one. Which was then appropriated by my youngest daughter. In (mock) desperation, I purchased a third which I claimed for myself by calling it a “father’s day” present (specifically this one, Spyderco Dragonfly).
So now we are all spending some quantity of spare time with our new hobby making pieces of wood smaller and trying not to nick our fingers too frequently. I did in fact buy more bandages just last week.
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Thanks for the Whittling book link. My youngest daughter had a birthday recently and asked for a pocket knife, so she could “do some whittling.” I also got her a Buck folding knife, and told her, while I was going through the procedures of how to use it safely, that one of the ways kids learn how *not* to use a knife is by cutting themselves. The very next day, as I got home from work, she promptly showed me her thumb, with a band-aid on it, and said, “You said one way we learn about knives is by getting cut… and you were right.”