Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Thin. I resent that word. The only thing thinning for me is the hair on top of my head, while my chin whiskers are growing thicker. And my mustache, too come to think of it.
When I was young, I wore a size 6 1/2 shoe. Now my feet are wider and a bit longer, and my arches have fallen all the way to China. Thin feet? No. Not at all.
I won’t even mention the continent between my chin(s) and my feet.
Thinning hair is not good. Thinning the carrots in the garden is necessary. Thin gravy? Blech. But no one wants a thick waist.
We like to promise our friends that we’ll be there through thick and thin. Had to look that one up. One source says that the phrase comes from a hunting term, “through thicket and thin woods.” A thicket being dense woods, I guess.
I’ve always thought of that expression as good times (thick) and bad times (thin). When the money is plentiful, and when it’s scarce; when the stew is rich with gravy, and when it’s watery.
As always, words fascinate me. They can mean so many different things.
My readers, bless them, have followed me through thick and thin when I go off on one of these word-rambles. I’m grateful 🙂