Hello folks. Time for #SoCS. The lovely Linda writes and I rewrite: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “collar.” Use it as a verb, a noun, or metaphorically. Bonus points for using it in all three ways! Enjoy!” To join in, here was the rules and ping back.
Oh no! Homework. But I cannot fully research for that is breaking the #SoCS rules.
Okay. Think, think. and think. Hmm-mm.
Collar as a noun?
Dog collar because ya know, I am that crazy lady who loves her dogs like they are her grandchildren. Perhaps the only grandchildren we will ever have considering the current situation. Pony divorced and thanks to the Rona, not out mingling and looking for love in all the wrong places. Urban Cowboy, this is not! And Lulu not wanting to be a mom and feeling rather guilty about that decision. People tell her she’s young and will change her mind. Only two people involved in that decision, her and the boyfriend. As much as we’d love a little bundle of joy to brighten our lives, B and I are not pushing an agenda.
Collar as a verb?
Well collar the criminal of course. Nab the bad guy or gal. I’m practicing this new block thingy and will insert the most iconic nab the bad guy sound. I already know I won’t be able to re-size my example but oh well.
Now for the cherry on top of the sundae, collar as a metaphor. All I can think of is dark. Whether your collar is white, blue, or pink, your job is a collar that binds you. No idea what I mean? Well I worked 12 hours yesterday. I was off Monday but still put in my 40 hours for the week. I really should be working now. Ugh and I prefer these streams to be jaunty. Oh well, the mind goes where the mind goes. And I am NOT at work now.
Off we go into the socially distanced yonder. To walk around Copernicus Park. Needed a change of scenery. Wishing everyone a happy restful Saturday.
As always, more to come.