Witch Museum Is This?

One summer, now many years ago, I had the personal goal of visiting every museum in Budapest. At that time, there were forty-five that were advertised through the TourInform offices. I actually made it to thirty-five of them. The ambulance and funeral directors museums went on the back burner. 

During my walk to the post office, I just accidentally came across this museum, which I have to visit; I know it will be enchanting. I would have gone in while I was here, but it was closed. It must only be open during new and full moons. Regardless, I am sure it will have some spell binding goodness. I am trying to get eleven others to join me for a visit, so we can coven (covet) the experience.

 

A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.

1 WITCH.  Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
2 WITCH.  Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
3 WITCH.  Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
WITCH 1 -  Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
ALL.  Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

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Feeling Trashy and Cleaning Up at the Same Time

Twice a year, each district in Budapest has their own designated day for getting rid of all the accumulation filling space for no good reason. Today is that day in our district. By the end of the day, all of the streets in our area will look like a war zone. When we first moved here, I did not know what this was and was horrified we had company coming a month later. Little did I realize, first everything gets picked over by the treasure hunters and then tomorrow, the garbage trucks will come through for the rest. Generally, there is never a trace of what has happened in those 24 hours.

Spring is a cleansing time for me. I need to get rid of the old to make room for the new. I went through the pantry to shed it of the dozens of boxes that have been taking refuge in there. Down in our storage unit in the basement, there have been more than a dozen boards from various bookshelves we have had here. Since the current bookshelves have been custom made, those old ones are no longer needed. To paraphrase Lady Macbeth "Out, damned shelves! out, I say! One; two: why, then, 'tis time to do 't. Hell is murky!" but my storage areas are clean.

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