Showing posts with label decor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label decor. Show all posts
Monday, December 25, 2017
Dyker Heights and Its Extravagant Lights
Yesterday evening I joined a local branch of the Appalachian Mountain Club on a walk that had nothing to do with mountains, forests, or hiking trails - it took us through Dyker Heights, a neighborhood in Brooklyn known for its elaborate display of Christmas lights and general winter holiday decorations (like smiling snowmen waving from front lawns).
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Week in Seven Words #290
guffawing
The three of us on an old couch, laughing until our eyes sting and our stomachs cramp.
maritime
As the bathtub fills, it becomes a sea of rising toys: capsized boats, smiley animals, figurines peering into the soapy deep.
nest
The room doesn't get much direct sunlight. The light that fills it is soft, and partly filtered through branches. On powder-white shelves there are books, seashells, perfumes and lotions, homemade art, flowers, and small gadgets.
nibble
I like the buffet-style meal, where at least ten dishes are spread out on the kitchen counter, and I take a tiny bit of almost everything.
partiality
I read to him for hours, and he gets teased about it. They tell him he's choosing boring books that no one who's older than him could like. For a moment, he looks uncertain. "My books are interesting!" he insists. And I back him up. He shouldn't feel bad about the books he loves. And some of them are interesting, even for adults. Even when they're read more than once.
querying
I like seeing how their understanding of life develops. How they think about their own experiences, make sense of the world, question ideas that don't seem quite right.
zoology
He won't be satisfied if you tell him you saw a shark. He needs to know the kind of shark. Blue shark, lemon shark, whale shark. He even has a reference book that he can't read yet, but that he's had others read to him so many times that he can point you to the right page and have you educate yourself about the proper shark. I learn about animals I didn't even know existed.
The three of us on an old couch, laughing until our eyes sting and our stomachs cramp.
maritime
As the bathtub fills, it becomes a sea of rising toys: capsized boats, smiley animals, figurines peering into the soapy deep.
nest
The room doesn't get much direct sunlight. The light that fills it is soft, and partly filtered through branches. On powder-white shelves there are books, seashells, perfumes and lotions, homemade art, flowers, and small gadgets.
nibble
I like the buffet-style meal, where at least ten dishes are spread out on the kitchen counter, and I take a tiny bit of almost everything.
partiality
I read to him for hours, and he gets teased about it. They tell him he's choosing boring books that no one who's older than him could like. For a moment, he looks uncertain. "My books are interesting!" he insists. And I back him up. He shouldn't feel bad about the books he loves. And some of them are interesting, even for adults. Even when they're read more than once.
querying
I like seeing how their understanding of life develops. How they think about their own experiences, make sense of the world, question ideas that don't seem quite right.
zoology
He won't be satisfied if you tell him you saw a shark. He needs to know the kind of shark. Blue shark, lemon shark, whale shark. He even has a reference book that he can't read yet, but that he's had others read to him so many times that he can point you to the right page and have you educate yourself about the proper shark. I learn about animals I didn't even know existed.
Friday, November 22, 2013
Week in Seven Words #190
alias
He introduces himself by one name and gives me a business card with a different one. "They're both my names, in a way," he says without further explanation.
brisk
Windswept park benches are my new favorite place to read.
commiserating
It feels good to talk to someone who understands family dysfunctions and can laugh about them mirthlessly with you.
mannerless
They press against the tables and gouge the food platters.
punctured
She's a shrewdly cute old woman, but it's easy to imagine her fifty years younger, lording it over her children, deflating them.
relics
Her apartment contains antiques, stained glass, and undisturbed shadows.
sanguineness
We drag our chairs out into the sunlight and talk about how to be inspired.
He introduces himself by one name and gives me a business card with a different one. "They're both my names, in a way," he says without further explanation.
brisk
Windswept park benches are my new favorite place to read.
commiserating
It feels good to talk to someone who understands family dysfunctions and can laugh about them mirthlessly with you.
mannerless
They press against the tables and gouge the food platters.
punctured
She's a shrewdly cute old woman, but it's easy to imagine her fifty years younger, lording it over her children, deflating them.
relics
Her apartment contains antiques, stained glass, and undisturbed shadows.
sanguineness
We drag our chairs out into the sunlight and talk about how to be inspired.
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