Hmmmph. All these society type ladies on board, dining and dancing and carrying on. Someone around here has to clean up after them, and that someone is me, Cordelia Frumpwort, maid without honor.
Usually they don’t even notice me – I’m just so much furniture to them – I stay quiet and don’t make a splash, so I can listen in on their conversations. It’s not eavesdropping, it’s research – because I really want to be a writer. When I was little, I didn’t say, “When I grow up, I want to be a maid…” This is just my cover…
Smithsonian Ocean
What I love is learning. And writing about what I learn. These ladies are gushing over their boy toys and party dresses- ignoring the very ocean they are floating on. The ocean, with its wonders and depths and teeming life. Last year I went to a wonderful opening of the Sant Ocean Hall at the Smithsonian Natural History Museum in Washington DC. Here’ s a link to the exhibits -
http://ocean.si.edu/ocean_hall/Galleries/introduction.html
They think I am ignorant because I am quiet, lurking in the shadows, humbly asking if I may clear their plates or make their beds. But, like the ocean, I have depths they cannot fathom.
Don’t believe me? That’s quite all right. My traveling companion, Were Pen, knows the truth.
