merchandise, merchandise, merchandise

just arrive back in town from a week long venture to renton, washington as part of a team of retail merchandisers re-setting product and shelving of a major pharmaceutical/retail chain store.  three hours to drive home under partly cloudy skies and, at times, heavy rain. cars disappearing into a light mist of road wash as they rocket past at 7o plus miles per hour. people are nuts!

a sense of loneliness consumes as i walk through the front door of home, the real home not the hotel i called home over the past seven days.  except for time spent in the hotel people were all around, customers asking where this is, where that is, meeting new or reacquainting with team members assisting or asking for assistance, store employees hustling about ringing up customer purchases or doing assigned tasks.

the process went on the entire week so that by the time i walked into my home today it was too quiet, unfamiliar grounds, alone.  renton is a suburb of seattle, buses squeaking to a halt picking up passengers letting some off, cars racing down thoroughfares exspansion muffles churning out chainsaw like noise.  homeless, trash, roads twisting throughout the downtown area city life, traffic lights keeping time.

within minutes of unpacking the car between grabbing a bite to eat and checking mail the library for me i decided.  people, noise, cars, a nice way to eeeeaaaasssseeee back into the homefront but most importantly, to purge emotion, to sanctify so to speak the fun and honest toil of the previous seven days.

aaaaahhhh, that’s better!

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