Linda G. Hill is giving us the word “sharp” for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. She’s telling us to “use it in any or all of its definitions.”
The first thing I thought about was sharp objects, like knives or saws or scissors or arrows. And then I thought about the damage sharp objects could do. I remember my mother scolding me for running with scissors, telling me how sharp they are and how I could poke an eye out. Gross.
And speaking about sharp objects, my 7th grade shop teacher warned us about how sharp the blades on the circular saw and band saw were and he even had a poster like the one at the top of this post mounted on the wall next to the band saw.
One thing I’ve never been considered to be is a sharp dresser. I’ve always preferred comfort over style and never really embraced trendy fashions.
I never learned to read music, but I know there’s a symbol to designate a sharp note that looks like a hashtag in italics, but I have no idea what it means.I’ve always prided myself on having a sharp mind. But now that I’m a septuagenarian, I realize that my mind’s not as sharp as it used to be. I worry that it’s going to become even less sharp as I grow older and that I may someday, like Donald Trump does now, have to deal with dementia or Alzheimer’s.
And on that happy note, folks, it’s getting to be my bedtime, so I’m going to finish up this post and schedule it to publish at 6 am sharp my time.
Have a great Saturday.