Dearest Diary,
It is a sincere pleasantry to have spent the evening pouring over my diary entries of last year. For instance, on this particular day, one year ago, I was struck by the insight contained within the pages of a book on music. This is not terribly unlike myself. I am frequently surprised by something I have read. I am currently in the fictional world of Beatrice Garner and enjoying her misadventure. Though perhaps that is a bit less inspiring than the profundity of music. What I particularly wish to warn you of, however is my desire to share with you my entry from the eve before the Christmas last.
You shall be privy to its contents once again, on the morrow...
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
December 18, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I have again arrived at the lake regions in the north of the country and have elected to accompany Mother and Sister back to the peninsula in a few days' time. A most beloved aunt, however is to join us within the hour and we are to visit the markets before attending the theatre this evening. Sister has once again returned to the stage in a most alarming role. She is magnificent. Her beloved companion, Mr. Sinatra, is becoming quite eager for some exercise as we wait.
I have retired from the schoolhouse for the advent season and there is much to anticipate in the weeks to come. Christmas is in only a week, and shortly following, I am to expect a visit from Colonel Raven. And in no time at all, I shall return to the lessons and the schoolchildren, as well as beginning yet another series of lectures at the University. As there is much to attend to, I shall close for the moment. Perhaps I shall return to you on the morrow...
I have again arrived at the lake regions in the north of the country and have elected to accompany Mother and Sister back to the peninsula in a few days' time. A most beloved aunt, however is to join us within the hour and we are to visit the markets before attending the theatre this evening. Sister has once again returned to the stage in a most alarming role. She is magnificent. Her beloved companion, Mr. Sinatra, is becoming quite eager for some exercise as we wait.
I have retired from the schoolhouse for the advent season and there is much to anticipate in the weeks to come. Christmas is in only a week, and shortly following, I am to expect a visit from Colonel Raven. And in no time at all, I shall return to the lessons and the schoolchildren, as well as beginning yet another series of lectures at the University. As there is much to attend to, I shall close for the moment. Perhaps I shall return to you on the morrow...
Thursday, December 9, 2010
December 9, 2010
Dearest Diary,
It is at present no secret that today's celebration was one to commemorate the birth of the family patriarch. There is in fact no greater wisdom than in those who esteem him as I do. And you might naturally assume that there was indeed cake. For one cannot celebrate without it. If there is such a celebration, I am sure I have never heard of it and it is only a matter of time before one might begin to plead for the addition of cake. It is a welcome confection!
Apart from such gaiety, I might also add that I was reminded of my lack of attachment in a passing statement, but it belittled me so. In a season such as this, it is certainly not my preference to account for myself alone. I should very much desire a companion, but I am afraid it is simply not to be this year. Perhaps in the few years to come, for I should not like to wait much longer.
It would be best, even if it were to be tomorrow...
It is at present no secret that today's celebration was one to commemorate the birth of the family patriarch. There is in fact no greater wisdom than in those who esteem him as I do. And you might naturally assume that there was indeed cake. For one cannot celebrate without it. If there is such a celebration, I am sure I have never heard of it and it is only a matter of time before one might begin to plead for the addition of cake. It is a welcome confection!
Apart from such gaiety, I might also add that I was reminded of my lack of attachment in a passing statement, but it belittled me so. In a season such as this, it is certainly not my preference to account for myself alone. I should very much desire a companion, but I am afraid it is simply not to be this year. Perhaps in the few years to come, for I should not like to wait much longer.
It would be best, even if it were to be tomorrow...
Monday, December 6, 2010
December 6, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I am deeply sorry for my neglect to honour a most beloved friend yesterday on the day of his birth. Mr. Disney can surely forgive me, for that is the sort of gentleman that he is. Nevertheless, I apologize, Mr. Disney, and do hope that you shall invite me back to your estate very soon. I have need of its cheer and healing fragrances.
We continue to close in on the Christmas holidays and although I fancied myself more free this week, I cannot help but find need once again to write reminders to myself on parchment that cannot be misplaced this time. There is much to anticipate. However, I cannot deny that I spent the chief of the evening doing ever so much of nothing, so do not allow me to complain in the days to come when I attempt to persuade you that there is too little time to accomplish my tasks. Remind me, ever so gently, of the time I spent in waste this evening. (Though perhaps I might argue that the rest and relaxation obtained from such "wastefulness" were much more to my favour).
I am hopeful this evening as I count the lessons remaining, that in the course of escorting the eldest Miss Lindsay back to the south of the country in only a fortnight, that I might also enjoy the company of a most beloved aunt on such a journey. It appears there is the slightest bit of hope that she might afford a visit at Christmas.
And I have begun to write of the most extraordinary encounters this evening that I hope might some day be published for your entertainment. For now, however, I must return to you again on the morrow...
I am deeply sorry for my neglect to honour a most beloved friend yesterday on the day of his birth. Mr. Disney can surely forgive me, for that is the sort of gentleman that he is. Nevertheless, I apologize, Mr. Disney, and do hope that you shall invite me back to your estate very soon. I have need of its cheer and healing fragrances.
We continue to close in on the Christmas holidays and although I fancied myself more free this week, I cannot help but find need once again to write reminders to myself on parchment that cannot be misplaced this time. There is much to anticipate. However, I cannot deny that I spent the chief of the evening doing ever so much of nothing, so do not allow me to complain in the days to come when I attempt to persuade you that there is too little time to accomplish my tasks. Remind me, ever so gently, of the time I spent in waste this evening. (Though perhaps I might argue that the rest and relaxation obtained from such "wastefulness" were much more to my favour).
I am hopeful this evening as I count the lessons remaining, that in the course of escorting the eldest Miss Lindsay back to the south of the country in only a fortnight, that I might also enjoy the company of a most beloved aunt on such a journey. It appears there is the slightest bit of hope that she might afford a visit at Christmas.
And I have begun to write of the most extraordinary encounters this evening that I hope might some day be published for your entertainment. For now, however, I must return to you again on the morrow...
Sunday, December 5, 2010
December 5, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I have returned after a very brief visit to the north of the country and am eager to return to the schoolhouse on the morrow and continue with the remaining lessons before the advent haiatus. There is much to be done again this coming week but it shall not be without much needed rest, which was severely lacking the week last. I am revived having had a moment's leisure with my sister and the always delightful Monsieur Buble. He did indeed satisfy us with a single advent hymn for the occasion and we were more than grateful for the recital.
Perhaps there will be yet more Happiness on the morrow...
Thursday, December 2, 2010
December 2, 2010
Dearest Diary,
My absence has not been unwarranted this week, I promise you. It began with the departure of the eldest Miss Lindsay and continued with music lessons, recitals, rehearsals, and an Advent celebration. All of which, I deem a particular success and it is not without some bit of disappointment that such events are now passed. However, tomorrow, I am to away to the lake regions in the north of the country for a visit with sister and to attend yet another recital given by the foreign dignitary I spoke of many months ago. Monsieur Buble will be donning his best attire and entertaining with some caroles of the olde. I am beginning to highly anticipate Father Christmas' return. Such anticipation has been difficult to acquire with the enormity of obligations as of late, but I am finding myself now quite eager.
I cannot promise I shall return to you in the coming days, but quite soon I hope. Do assume, however, that you'll be nearest my heart on the morrow...
My absence has not been unwarranted this week, I promise you. It began with the departure of the eldest Miss Lindsay and continued with music lessons, recitals, rehearsals, and an Advent celebration. All of which, I deem a particular success and it is not without some bit of disappointment that such events are now passed. However, tomorrow, I am to away to the lake regions in the north of the country for a visit with sister and to attend yet another recital given by the foreign dignitary I spoke of many months ago. Monsieur Buble will be donning his best attire and entertaining with some caroles of the olde. I am beginning to highly anticipate Father Christmas' return. Such anticipation has been difficult to acquire with the enormity of obligations as of late, but I am finding myself now quite eager.
I cannot promise I shall return to you in the coming days, but quite soon I hope. Do assume, however, that you'll be nearest my heart on the morrow...
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