A static museum
The rest of the house is away. Exploring, somewheres. I am here guarding the castle with the two dogs. We have signed a treaty which involves sharing a food and pact of non aggression I will not bite unless I am provoked. It makes for a quiet morning because the dogs tend to talk only to each other. I am just a bystander there to open the door in case of emergency. The original plan was that the rest of the group would go to visit a local museum. I declined the chance because I have been there before. Many times. The museum has been open for more than 50 years and it is probably the best tourist attraction around here if you discount the many beaches. What I’ve learned in that museum during those years is that the information is good but the displays are static. I am sure that when you get a net hung properly you do not move it around. Ditto for the various artifacts from a lifetime of fishing in the area. Go here to learn about trolling or hunting for eels but do not go to learn local legends. For them everything is related to fishing which is only a part of our local heritage. I have been given permission to eat that which I wish. A chocolate chip muffin or a ripe peach or more of the various citrus globes that are on the table. Quite enough to keep me from going hungry. The dogs have their own kibble and we do not share. If anyone stops by I will explain that this is a normal day here. That we wait for interesting moments and spend the rest of the time quietly asleep. Blame it on the warm temperature. Having missed the museum I am able to imagine what it was like when I first visited. There is not much that you can do with old fishing gear. None of the catches are kept on site although I do remember in the early times when someone had a boat down below and would explain the process of retune of the codfish into cod fillets. I am curious if anyone that I know is working at that museum helping those who visit to better understand the mysteries.
