Friday, November 25, 2011

November 25, 2011

Dearest Diary,

It has certainly been a week of celebration. And this morning begins the Advent season for which I wait most of the year. Each year it seems I desire that the next I shall spend on the arm of a suitor. So far I have enjoyed the blessing of independence and it seems this year is no different. I say such statements with tongue in cheek as we are not ignorant of one's desire to be matched with a gentleman at this time of year. But surprisingly I am rather unaffected by such absence this week. I have felt quite wealthy in family and friendships that there is no greater blessing I can imagine. In the days to follow, however I'm sure I will revisit the notion quite regularly. For now I am off to visit the markets. I shall perhaps speak with you again on the morrow.

November 6, 2011

Dearest Diary,

It has been some time since I have made your acquaintance and I have missed you so. It would be nice to venture back the several months we have been absent, however I am afraid there is not much to report on what interests us in particular. I have settled into a new schoolroom and have been introduced to a great many new friends. I have spoken very little with the suitors we have so oft discussed previously that in many ways it seems it has been years since you and I have spoken. But this afternoon found me in the company of someone new. A rather peculiar Mr. Poe, if you please. Our introduction was a bit unusual and our visit to the Disney estate somewhat lacking that magical feeling that Mr. Disney is known for. I suppose I feel an emotion a bit less than Happiness this evening and desired to speak with you about it. Perchance is there a moment when such anticipation delivers a more favourable outcome? I am skeptical of such an ending tonight. Tomorrow will, no doubt, hold an elevated attitude.