clamor
The clock, striking a late hour, gets shouted down by police sirens.
engage
They bring her out on a blue leash. Immediately, she's on my lap, squirming, sniffing, and sticking her head in my tote bag, where I've tucked away some treats for her.
insistently
A toddler stands before a taller doll and interrogates it. The doll, unresponsive, receives a finger to the eye for remaining aloof.
pat
The church has strung together signs on its lawn with slogans that try to demonstrate that it's welcoming (or the preferred word, "inclusive") to anyone who wants to attend. The slogans ring empty, a cut-and-paste job.
pools
Candle wax in multiple colors melts in psychedelic streams and puddles.
slack
The man on the sofa dozes beneath a portrait of an alert military leader.
snugness
In the glow of the lamp, a pink bedspread scented with lavender and mint.
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Monday, September 25, 2017
Friday, November 18, 2016
Week in Seven Words #313
cyberspace
Catching up on housework while the Internet and phones aren't working. Keep glancing at the router to check if service is back. Resume dish-washing.
fleecy
We're side-by-side on the couch, our legs pressed together beneath a staticky blanket.
mauve
Fairy lights, purple skies, an evening chill.
muffling
We speak through scarves, our voices smothered.
soul
After services in the synagogue, a boy and his father take turns being rabbi and cantor. When it's the boy's turn to be the rabbi, his father asks for a speech or some wise words about the week's Torah portion. "L'Chaim, L'Chaim, L'Chaim!" the boy says.
waterfowl
The quivering gray-brown rocks on the reservoir are ducks.
zippy
Kids run up and down the synagogue aisles. The space for prayers is also one for play.
Catching up on housework while the Internet and phones aren't working. Keep glancing at the router to check if service is back. Resume dish-washing.
fleecy
We're side-by-side on the couch, our legs pressed together beneath a staticky blanket.
mauve
Fairy lights, purple skies, an evening chill.
muffling
We speak through scarves, our voices smothered.
soul
After services in the synagogue, a boy and his father take turns being rabbi and cantor. When it's the boy's turn to be the rabbi, his father asks for a speech or some wise words about the week's Torah portion. "L'Chaim, L'Chaim, L'Chaim!" the boy says.
waterfowl
The quivering gray-brown rocks on the reservoir are ducks.
zippy
Kids run up and down the synagogue aisles. The space for prayers is also one for play.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Week in Seven Words #128
antsy
People shuffle between the express and local sides of the platform as the announcer makes a calm droning promise that a train is just one stop away.
confer
The little office where we work, with the utilitarian furniture and the crushed earwig on the wall, feels like a battle command room.
coverlet
All eyes on the little one as he tumbles among the blankets.
glimpsing
I like when older people suddenly become very young; the moment he stops watering the grass and springs after the soccer ball, I can see him as he was forty or fifty years ago.
miscellany
Shells and feathers, old birds' nests and flowers on a white wood shelf.
self-made
He's a self-proclaimed superhero and has made a little kit for himself complete with a badge and a book illustrating his many battles against monsters, robots, and supervillains. Most impressive to me is the way he carefully writes in the book, slowly spelling out words while sounding them out to himself. I'm so proud of him.
three-pointer
The hoop in the basketball court is way too high for him but he keeps aiming for it anyway. Not caring for once about the score, he has fun trying to steal the ball from me and laughs at how I bob around, shoes squeaking and arms waving wildly, as I mount an exaggerated but incompetent defense.
People shuffle between the express and local sides of the platform as the announcer makes a calm droning promise that a train is just one stop away.
confer
The little office where we work, with the utilitarian furniture and the crushed earwig on the wall, feels like a battle command room.
coverlet
All eyes on the little one as he tumbles among the blankets.
glimpsing
I like when older people suddenly become very young; the moment he stops watering the grass and springs after the soccer ball, I can see him as he was forty or fifty years ago.
miscellany
Shells and feathers, old birds' nests and flowers on a white wood shelf.
self-made
He's a self-proclaimed superhero and has made a little kit for himself complete with a badge and a book illustrating his many battles against monsters, robots, and supervillains. Most impressive to me is the way he carefully writes in the book, slowly spelling out words while sounding them out to himself. I'm so proud of him.
three-pointer
The hoop in the basketball court is way too high for him but he keeps aiming for it anyway. Not caring for once about the score, he has fun trying to steal the ball from me and laughs at how I bob around, shoes squeaking and arms waving wildly, as I mount an exaggerated but incompetent defense.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Week in Seven Words #16
kingdoms
Shoeboxes, straws, stickers, yarn and strings, the earnest work of crayons and markers and some glue, and what she has is a kingdom - with a main hall, a throne room, and more rooms beside - and the inhabitants are some of her favorite creatures.
melodies
She sets events to different melodies; she sings the words and melodies she knows, or fits new words to familiar tunes, or makes up the words and music on the fly, her favorite stuffed dog snuggled at her elbow.
myself
"No I can do it." And for extra emphasis - "By myself."
nook
I settle on the ends of sofas, curling up with a book or for some conversation or television. There's also the corner chair at the table, the seat tucked against the wall; I'm nestled against the table-edge and next to the poster with the woman and child walking through the poppy fields.
phonetics
The fun of spelling out words with sticker letters. He places the 'o' too low relative to the other letters; it looks like the word is spilling down. So I tell him that now, when the word arrives at that 'o', he'll need to make his voice swoop down to a deep pitch ('ohhhhhh'). When he places an 'r' too high, I tell him that now the 'r' will sound like a high-pitched shivering bumblebee ('eeeerrrr').
relish
She describes the delight of a cookie, a glass of milk, and a book. How she'll lay the cookie carefully on a napkin, slowly pour the milk, set them side by side on the table and spread the book open in front of them. And if there's an interruption - the phone ringing or someone calling her name - she doesn't mind so much, because she knows that the book, the cookie, and the milk will still be waiting on the table.
repose
I wake up in a softly bright room, with a vase of sunflowers at the foot of my bed.
Shoeboxes, straws, stickers, yarn and strings, the earnest work of crayons and markers and some glue, and what she has is a kingdom - with a main hall, a throne room, and more rooms beside - and the inhabitants are some of her favorite creatures.
melodies
She sets events to different melodies; she sings the words and melodies she knows, or fits new words to familiar tunes, or makes up the words and music on the fly, her favorite stuffed dog snuggled at her elbow.
myself
"No I can do it." And for extra emphasis - "By myself."
nook
I settle on the ends of sofas, curling up with a book or for some conversation or television. There's also the corner chair at the table, the seat tucked against the wall; I'm nestled against the table-edge and next to the poster with the woman and child walking through the poppy fields.
phonetics
The fun of spelling out words with sticker letters. He places the 'o' too low relative to the other letters; it looks like the word is spilling down. So I tell him that now, when the word arrives at that 'o', he'll need to make his voice swoop down to a deep pitch ('ohhhhhh'). When he places an 'r' too high, I tell him that now the 'r' will sound like a high-pitched shivering bumblebee ('eeeerrrr').
relish
She describes the delight of a cookie, a glass of milk, and a book. How she'll lay the cookie carefully on a napkin, slowly pour the milk, set them side by side on the table and spread the book open in front of them. And if there's an interruption - the phone ringing or someone calling her name - she doesn't mind so much, because she knows that the book, the cookie, and the milk will still be waiting on the table.
repose
I wake up in a softly bright room, with a vase of sunflowers at the foot of my bed.
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