Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Week in Seven Words #53

buffer
Conversation becomes a refuge from stress and a stream of relentless demands.

gelid
The sidewalk is frozen over, though I don't know this until I skate forward several inches. Keeping a bewildered balance, I reach out for the railing that fronts the houses on the street. I hold on and skate along, my good winter boots dancing beneath me. From across the street a man in a yellow coat stands perfectly still and watches.

rating
Children are used to receiving gold stars and scoldings and many other kinds of feedback, and when they get the opportunity to reward or scold others they're usually happy to do so. One child has a carefully calibrated rating system: "That one was good. That one was all right. This one is medium. This other one is medium ok. That one is medium good. That one was badly done, a bad job."

shelter
At the school, there's the smell of wood, carpet, and dust, warm armchairs and coats thawing. The narrow hallways are lined with old class photos and sloppy cheerful kindergarten artwork. Upstairs is the library with the window seats and rocking chairs, the sturdy illustrated books propped up on shelves.

snickering
At a lecture a man and woman sit in the back, snickering and smirking and raising exaggerated eyebrows at each other when the speaker makes a significant point. Why don't they ask a question instead, openly challenge the speaker rather than conduct themselves with a sort of weaselly contempt?

tapping
I leave him by the elevator, where he's tapping at the button, tapping tapping... why isn't it coming? He says nothing, just hits the button over and over, as if he's not sure he communicated his intentions clearly the first time.

trundle
The bus trundles down slippery streets, past old cramped houses that shiver under the snow. Inside the bus is warm, and it rocks the passengers back and forth.

6 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

excellent selection. Snickering annoys me too! I like your icy descriptions, though i never like it to be that icy in reality...

patteran said...

I'm like that with button tapping. I demand instant and unquestioning obedience from all things mechanical. Much of my life is spent struggling with exasperation and disappointment.

John Hayes said...

The "trundle" bus is one of your really special ones; but I like "gelid" (great sense of motion) & "shelter a lot too! I will think of this "trundle" often.

naida said...

I can definitely relate to 'gelid'...especially during this time of year.
I like the image you create with 'shelter'. It instantly took me into my childrens school ;)

Claire said...

I love reading your week in seven words, it's so inspiring. Rating is a gem. It's good to be a fairminded child.

Relyn said...

tapping cracks me up. Why do so many of us do that?