Sunday, August 5, 2012

Week in Seven Words #130

In the absence of music, I hum more.

He's a lean, mean furniture-moving machine, hefting tables, chairs and a futon without pausing for breath. Sort of like the Terminator, but instead of hailing from a post-apocalyptic future he works for a group that accepts donated furniture. He has no visible emotional expression but cheers us up considerably.

The day is long and hot, and the moving van is filling up with bags, boxes and bins. The experience is worthy of a song parody, and he gets started on one during his nth elevator trip.

The accumulated clutter was symbolic of baggage I needed (and still need) to get rid of.

It's happened again. Their relationship has gone down in flames.

I feel like an industrious rodent, hunched over tearing paper apart with my busy paws.

The shirts are all on the shelves in rippling textures and rainbow colors.


Lucy said...

Sounds an exhausting week. We have an organisation like your cyborg comes from, and the chaps there work rather similarly. There's something so reassuring about that kind of practical strength.

naida said...

I like them all, especially cyborg and shambles.
Enjoy your week :)

HKatz said...

@ Lucy: practical strength is a good way of putting it. His cool competence was a beauty to witness.

@ Naida; thanks!

Relyn said...

I really have a thing for people who do their job well. There is something about witnessing joy in competancy that really lifts my spirit. You too, I see.