Dearest Diary,
I regret to inform you that the beloved Esther Lindsay, my Grandmother, passed away this Lord's Day. I can think of no finer candidate for the gates of Heaven than the one presented this morning. She has for many years struggled with memory, hearing, and eyesight, but it is my belief that such faculties have been returned to her this very afternoon and she is perhaps privy to this letter in the same manner that you and I have knowledge of its contents.
I find consolation in the mutual mourning and admiration of my immediate family as well as that of my aunts and uncles and cousins. I am fortunate to remember her in their company and among them. She has raised six children as parishioners in the local churches and even they as the ordained have raised seventeen more in the care of the Father.
As even the next generation has remained in the church, our beloved Grandmother has established a priesthood among her heirs. She has given light to the proverb of training a child, for her children are many and their creed is one. Her memory will remain well beyond the morrow.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
September 18, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I received word this evening that Miss Gilmore has become engaged to a professor by the name of Medina. Additionally, I have been told of a beloved aunt's recent acquaintance with a most worthy suitor of her own. My joy on their behalf one could consider unrivaled, yet more so for the latter than the former, naturally.
On the contrary, I have had little time for such endeavours with the fall lesson though I do not wish that were the case. And so at such revelation this evening, I have vowed again to be mindful of the attributes that one is apt to notice in a young woman as appealing. I have begun to be mindful of my figure as well as my own health and accomplishments. For they are not to be considered trivial in gaining the affection of the right eligible bachelor. This is to be noted. I shall be introduced to one, perchance on the morrow.
I received word this evening that Miss Gilmore has become engaged to a professor by the name of Medina. Additionally, I have been told of a beloved aunt's recent acquaintance with a most worthy suitor of her own. My joy on their behalf one could consider unrivaled, yet more so for the latter than the former, naturally.
On the contrary, I have had little time for such endeavours with the fall lesson though I do not wish that were the case. And so at such revelation this evening, I have vowed again to be mindful of the attributes that one is apt to notice in a young woman as appealing. I have begun to be mindful of my figure as well as my own health and accomplishments. For they are not to be considered trivial in gaining the affection of the right eligible bachelor. This is to be noted. I shall be introduced to one, perchance on the morrow.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
September 8, 2012
Dearest Diary,
As the Autumn months begin it is increasingly apparent there is none to accompany me on long walks through the fallen leaves. This is not as tiresome today as I often find it to be. Rather there is far more to keep me occupied than to meditate on one's lack of a husband. Nevertheless as one would suspect, the matter does arise from time to time.
I was recently conversing on the topic with a friend of like circumstance. The friend then enlisted the advise of yet another friend who proceeded to issue a sermon on the topic at hand. Despite the necessity of the sermon, I found his words encouraging. He indeed bade me well on the journey and offered his own opinion of my worth for a suitor. His opinion was favourable. While I do not doubt whether I am deserving, it is not uncommon for me to question such an opinion when it is not often granted me by a source who is not my relation. I find I am again hopeful that my time shall come at last. In fact I am reminded of a certain literary aunt in France who deemed that we "not be married at once, but at last." It is evidently the more prudent election in her estimation. If it pleases her, I shall at least not marry on the morrow.
As the Autumn months begin it is increasingly apparent there is none to accompany me on long walks through the fallen leaves. This is not as tiresome today as I often find it to be. Rather there is far more to keep me occupied than to meditate on one's lack of a husband. Nevertheless as one would suspect, the matter does arise from time to time.
I was recently conversing on the topic with a friend of like circumstance. The friend then enlisted the advise of yet another friend who proceeded to issue a sermon on the topic at hand. Despite the necessity of the sermon, I found his words encouraging. He indeed bade me well on the journey and offered his own opinion of my worth for a suitor. His opinion was favourable. While I do not doubt whether I am deserving, it is not uncommon for me to question such an opinion when it is not often granted me by a source who is not my relation. I find I am again hopeful that my time shall come at last. In fact I am reminded of a certain literary aunt in France who deemed that we "not be married at once, but at last." It is evidently the more prudent election in her estimation. If it pleases her, I shall at least not marry on the morrow.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
September 2, 2012
Dearest Diary,
This evening I write to you from the coastal regions. I journeyed here to call upon the eldest Miss Lindsay for a short respite from the lessons. We have dined out and attended the theatre as well as visited the many shoppes that are within a short carriage ride from her cottage.
I have again been absent from you a fortnight and I pray you pardon me for such behaviour. I am unaccustomed to the portion of my day that is occupied with music lessons and maths. Although it can be enriching, it can also be quite tiresome. We have a collection of chamber ensembles that are full of young musicians, eager to play the proficient. They have been invited to play at a masquerade in two months' time. I am eager to present them to the the guests.
As for gentleman callers there are few but perhaps one or two of significance. I have been betrothed in heart to many a bachelor throughout my maiden hood, not the least of which was the baritone, Mr. Crosby, or my elder Mr. Willis whom I had the good fortune to entertain this afternoon. However these gentlemen are not the sort to which I am truly devoted, and a young Mr. Russ has boasted of my affection recently. There is even proposed another acquaintance to which I might be introduced, but neither is of any true consequence at present. I continue to find myself amused by the exchange of letters with Mr. Woodston, but I find that he too is often absent from thought. Perhaps on the day's journey, there will be time for my thoughts to dwell upon such as these. I shall depart on the morrow.
This evening I write to you from the coastal regions. I journeyed here to call upon the eldest Miss Lindsay for a short respite from the lessons. We have dined out and attended the theatre as well as visited the many shoppes that are within a short carriage ride from her cottage.
I have again been absent from you a fortnight and I pray you pardon me for such behaviour. I am unaccustomed to the portion of my day that is occupied with music lessons and maths. Although it can be enriching, it can also be quite tiresome. We have a collection of chamber ensembles that are full of young musicians, eager to play the proficient. They have been invited to play at a masquerade in two months' time. I am eager to present them to the the guests.
As for gentleman callers there are few but perhaps one or two of significance. I have been betrothed in heart to many a bachelor throughout my maiden hood, not the least of which was the baritone, Mr. Crosby, or my elder Mr. Willis whom I had the good fortune to entertain this afternoon. However these gentlemen are not the sort to which I am truly devoted, and a young Mr. Russ has boasted of my affection recently. There is even proposed another acquaintance to which I might be introduced, but neither is of any true consequence at present. I continue to find myself amused by the exchange of letters with Mr. Woodston, but I find that he too is often absent from thought. Perhaps on the day's journey, there will be time for my thoughts to dwell upon such as these. I shall depart on the morrow.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
August 18, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I realize it has been several days since my last post and it is quite probable that you will not hear again for several more. However, I did desire to write this evening as it has been a rather busy absence from your company. The fall lessons at the schoolhouse have commenced at a rapid pace and I find little luxurie for the repairing of Ashford as I had hoped, but there is sure to be time as one settles in.
I was fortunate this afternoon to at last be introduced to my nearest neighbor to the estate and was surprised to find we had already been introduced some years back. And would you believe, dear Diary, that I also today made the acquaintance of my nephew, a rather young Mr. Hunter. Would that I could send his portrait with this letter, yet I am bound by legal parameters which state that I cannot allow such an image to accompany this correspondence. Perhaps someday soon I shall have the good fortune to introduce you to him.
He is of course the happiest of children you will ever meet and his laughter contains an infectious and joyful roar. I am most grateful he has been trusted to the care of my brother and his bride. Our Mr. Hunter seems to be adjusting quite beautifully and I shall hope to see him again on the morrow!
I realize it has been several days since my last post and it is quite probable that you will not hear again for several more. However, I did desire to write this evening as it has been a rather busy absence from your company. The fall lessons at the schoolhouse have commenced at a rapid pace and I find little luxurie for the repairing of Ashford as I had hoped, but there is sure to be time as one settles in.
I was fortunate this afternoon to at last be introduced to my nearest neighbor to the estate and was surprised to find we had already been introduced some years back. And would you believe, dear Diary, that I also today made the acquaintance of my nephew, a rather young Mr. Hunter. Would that I could send his portrait with this letter, yet I am bound by legal parameters which state that I cannot allow such an image to accompany this correspondence. Perhaps someday soon I shall have the good fortune to introduce you to him.
He is of course the happiest of children you will ever meet and his laughter contains an infectious and joyful roar. I am most grateful he has been trusted to the care of my brother and his bride. Our Mr. Hunter seems to be adjusting quite beautifully and I shall hope to see him again on the morrow!
Monday, August 13, 2012
August 13, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I envy the children I tutor. Perhaps I'll discover quite why I do on the morrow.
I envy the children I tutor. Perhaps I'll discover quite why I do on the morrow.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
August 12, 2012
Dearest Diary,
This Lord's Day has brought about great comfort and yet great anxiety. I do not fear the upcoming lessons in the morning but I must confess I am growing weary of change. Although it is very much a part of any fulfilling life, I rather desire the kind that introduces a partner with which to share the burdens of change. You must remember, dear Diary, that such matters are never far from the mind of a maiden like myself.
On the part of comfort, I am happy to announce that after a visit to Granada this afternoon, it was discovered that some of my jewelry remains intact, including that of my grandmother's. The thieves were merciful to not collect it all. (They did however make off with my personal diary). I do still mourn the loss of the few valuables they were able to confiscate. I pray their repentance comes swiftly. I am presently eager to forgive.
The time has come, dear Diary, to retire for the night. The schoolchildren will arrive much too early on the morrow.
This Lord's Day has brought about great comfort and yet great anxiety. I do not fear the upcoming lessons in the morning but I must confess I am growing weary of change. Although it is very much a part of any fulfilling life, I rather desire the kind that introduces a partner with which to share the burdens of change. You must remember, dear Diary, that such matters are never far from the mind of a maiden like myself.
On the part of comfort, I am happy to announce that after a visit to Granada this afternoon, it was discovered that some of my jewelry remains intact, including that of my grandmother's. The thieves were merciful to not collect it all. (They did however make off with my personal diary). I do still mourn the loss of the few valuables they were able to confiscate. I pray their repentance comes swiftly. I am presently eager to forgive.
The time has come, dear Diary, to retire for the night. The schoolchildren will arrive much too early on the morrow.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
August 11, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Today was one of much needed rest after such an exciting week. I have found some time to improve the residence at Ashford as well as indulge Lady Pigeon in some play with a stuffed rabbit. She has come to appreciate the animal in a way she never did on more slippery flooring at Granada. It seems her youth has been returned to her in her old age. Would that it could happen to us all.
Fortunately, I do not feel the worse for my age. Rather I feel confident and blessed for the life I have led up to now. And as other occurrences temporarily subside, I begin again to anticipate starting a family of my own some day. It cannot be out of reach for one such as I, I don't believe. Nor for my friends and relation that are in like circumstance. I know of one who has since become engaged, and I shall enjoy hearing the tale on the morrow.
Today was one of much needed rest after such an exciting week. I have found some time to improve the residence at Ashford as well as indulge Lady Pigeon in some play with a stuffed rabbit. She has come to appreciate the animal in a way she never did on more slippery flooring at Granada. It seems her youth has been returned to her in her old age. Would that it could happen to us all.
Fortunately, I do not feel the worse for my age. Rather I feel confident and blessed for the life I have led up to now. And as other occurrences temporarily subside, I begin again to anticipate starting a family of my own some day. It cannot be out of reach for one such as I, I don't believe. Nor for my friends and relation that are in like circumstance. I know of one who has since become engaged, and I shall enjoy hearing the tale on the morrow.
Friday, August 10, 2012
August 10, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I find I am often quite find of surprises and today's was no different. After arriving at the schoolhouse this morning we boarded the phaeton to begin a journey of which we found ourselves a bit uninformed. It proved to be rather exciting when we came to rest at the nearby lakes in the next province. The sea creatures that reside there are always of interest to me and I enjoyed watching their unusual sense of play.
After returning home, I dared to venture back to those very lakes and enjoy all three dinner courses on the premises. My eyes, I fear, are eager now for the morrow.
I find I am often quite find of surprises and today's was no different. After arriving at the schoolhouse this morning we boarded the phaeton to begin a journey of which we found ourselves a bit uninformed. It proved to be rather exciting when we came to rest at the nearby lakes in the next province. The sea creatures that reside there are always of interest to me and I enjoyed watching their unusual sense of play.
After returning home, I dared to venture back to those very lakes and enjoy all three dinner courses on the premises. My eyes, I fear, are eager now for the morrow.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
August 9, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Today has been a bustle of activity. I do not recollect pausing even momentarily since breakfast. But it has been a more remarkable day than yesterday. More details have been tended to by the youngest Mr. Lindsay as regards the burglary. He has conferenced with an officer of the regiment and steps are being taken toward restitution on our behalf.
Meanwhile another lengthy afternoon was spent at the schoolhouse and I even was able to visit with some of the children who will be under my tutelage come Monday.
Again I find myself weak with exhaustion, yet finding entertainment in a particular mystery surrounding tomorrow.
Today has been a bustle of activity. I do not recollect pausing even momentarily since breakfast. But it has been a more remarkable day than yesterday. More details have been tended to by the youngest Mr. Lindsay as regards the burglary. He has conferenced with an officer of the regiment and steps are being taken toward restitution on our behalf.
Meanwhile another lengthy afternoon was spent at the schoolhouse and I even was able to visit with some of the children who will be under my tutelage come Monday.
Again I find myself weak with exhaustion, yet finding entertainment in a particular mystery surrounding tomorrow.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
August 8, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I am terribly weary this evening. It is not often that one feels the sort of melancholy I have achieved tonight. I have spoken to you for years almost exclusively of Granada and the home I had in that region of the province. But today it was discovered that the estate has been ransacked by thieves in my absence. Were it not for my overwhelming confidence in our Lord above I fear I could not be so calm as I feel at present. It is yet one more reminder, dear Diary, that things matter very little in comparison to the condition of our souls.
I am fortunate to be a member of a Parrish which far exceeds many others in its show of Christlike love and encouragement. I have been offered lodging and support in such a way that I am greatly humbled by their generosity.
I often speak primarily of the desire for the specific husband that has been set apart for me in our evening conversations, Diary. But pray, let me stray from such concern tonight for a more appropriate emotion. One of humility and thanksgiving. I am ever grateful that our Lord has sustained me and has protected and comforted me in such anxious circumstances. I expect to feel no less on the morrow!
I am terribly weary this evening. It is not often that one feels the sort of melancholy I have achieved tonight. I have spoken to you for years almost exclusively of Granada and the home I had in that region of the province. But today it was discovered that the estate has been ransacked by thieves in my absence. Were it not for my overwhelming confidence in our Lord above I fear I could not be so calm as I feel at present. It is yet one more reminder, dear Diary, that things matter very little in comparison to the condition of our souls.
I am fortunate to be a member of a Parrish which far exceeds many others in its show of Christlike love and encouragement. I have been offered lodging and support in such a way that I am greatly humbled by their generosity.
I often speak primarily of the desire for the specific husband that has been set apart for me in our evening conversations, Diary. But pray, let me stray from such concern tonight for a more appropriate emotion. One of humility and thanksgiving. I am ever grateful that our Lord has sustained me and has protected and comforted me in such anxious circumstances. I expect to feel no less on the morrow!
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
August 7, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Thrice I have begun to write to you and words have not been made to light on this parchment. I am finding myself wanting in confidence and calm, with no reasonable recommendation for improving the situation. I cannot deny the worth of my cousins' company this afternoon as for a time they did indeed put my troubles to rest. But as morning approaches and sleep itself seems scarce, I begin again to worry over insignificant details that I am apt to forget in a week's time. Would that I could forget them sooner. I am not too downhearted as of yet, and I suspect that perhaps an unscheduled hymnsing may improve my disposition on the morrow.
Thrice I have begun to write to you and words have not been made to light on this parchment. I am finding myself wanting in confidence and calm, with no reasonable recommendation for improving the situation. I cannot deny the worth of my cousins' company this afternoon as for a time they did indeed put my troubles to rest. But as morning approaches and sleep itself seems scarce, I begin again to worry over insignificant details that I am apt to forget in a week's time. Would that I could forget them sooner. I am not too downhearted as of yet, and I suspect that perhaps an unscheduled hymnsing may improve my disposition on the morrow.
Monday, August 6, 2012
August 6, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I certainly did return for the fall lessons at the schoolhouse this morning while completing the summer lectures at the university this evening. It has been quite the busy afternoon, but not so much so that I was unable to enjoy it. My cousins from the mountainous regions of the country are to arrive on the morrow.
I certainly did return for the fall lessons at the schoolhouse this morning while completing the summer lectures at the university this evening. It has been quite the busy afternoon, but not so much so that I was unable to enjoy it. My cousins from the mountainous regions of the country are to arrive on the morrow.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
August 5, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Tomorrow I return to the schoolhouse to begin preparations for the upcoming music lessons. Although I am eager, I am saddened by the passing of the holiday. I am also anxious, dear Diary, for with the new year comes new challenges. I am ever grateful that our faithful God provides us with the strength we seek in all of life's challenges. Alongside the challenges, many blessings have also been bestowed. Truly He is a loving God. I shall do well to remember Him often as I approach tomorrow.
Tomorrow I return to the schoolhouse to begin preparations for the upcoming music lessons. Although I am eager, I am saddened by the passing of the holiday. I am also anxious, dear Diary, for with the new year comes new challenges. I am ever grateful that our faithful God provides us with the strength we seek in all of life's challenges. Alongside the challenges, many blessings have also been bestowed. Truly He is a loving God. I shall do well to remember Him often as I approach tomorrow.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
August 4, 2012
Dearest Diary,
After such a wonderful announcement yesterday I find little of importance to report this evening. Nevertheless I find myself content as we are oft impressed upon to be, no matter the circumstance. I however am fortunate enough to be found in a manner which easily lends itself to contentment. I would that I could always be of such cheer.
I spent the greater part of the morning tending to the sort of support required of an aunt. Upon returning to Ashford I had acquired a new settee for the parlour and then proceeded to bring another collection of furnishings from Granada. I am to soon host a ball, that my dearest friends and relatives might appreciate the progress we have made on the estate. Fortunately it will not be as early as tomorrow.
After such a wonderful announcement yesterday I find little of importance to report this evening. Nevertheless I find myself content as we are oft impressed upon to be, no matter the circumstance. I however am fortunate enough to be found in a manner which easily lends itself to contentment. I would that I could always be of such cheer.
I spent the greater part of the morning tending to the sort of support required of an aunt. Upon returning to Ashford I had acquired a new settee for the parlour and then proceeded to bring another collection of furnishings from Granada. I am to soon host a ball, that my dearest friends and relatives might appreciate the progress we have made on the estate. Fortunately it will not be as early as tomorrow.
Friday, August 3, 2012
August 3, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I may not have yet become the wife of a handsome suitor, but I may have earned another title this afternoon. I am soon to be an Aunt! My congratulations go out to the eldest Mr. Lindsay and his bride of sixteen years! But I do not suspect my nephew should arrive on the morrow.
I may not have yet become the wife of a handsome suitor, but I may have earned another title this afternoon. I am soon to be an Aunt! My congratulations go out to the eldest Mr. Lindsay and his bride of sixteen years! But I do not suspect my nephew should arrive on the morrow.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
August 2, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I made a visit to the schoolhouse this afternoon for a small bit of music instruction. Our summer holiday is coming to a close and we shall all return in under a fortnight. I cannot deny my amounting enthusiasm.
After assisting mother with the wash and father as he replaced the lanterns in the dining hall, sister and I met with the youngest Mr. Lindsay at the Disney estate. It is one of our very favourite pastimes indeed! What Mr. Disney can do with a small fire is quite remarkable! Tonight we toured the home he built for a family from Switzerland in the higher regions of his estate. The view from their parlour is lovely! Although we have toured the home in the past, it had been some time since our last visit and we elected to rectify such oversight. My apologies to Mr. Robinson.
I am informed that there are to be some suspensions of certain taxes this weekend and I have decided to take advantage of such a rare opportunity. I shall do so on the morrow.
I made a visit to the schoolhouse this afternoon for a small bit of music instruction. Our summer holiday is coming to a close and we shall all return in under a fortnight. I cannot deny my amounting enthusiasm.
After assisting mother with the wash and father as he replaced the lanterns in the dining hall, sister and I met with the youngest Mr. Lindsay at the Disney estate. It is one of our very favourite pastimes indeed! What Mr. Disney can do with a small fire is quite remarkable! Tonight we toured the home he built for a family from Switzerland in the higher regions of his estate. The view from their parlour is lovely! Although we have toured the home in the past, it had been some time since our last visit and we elected to rectify such oversight. My apologies to Mr. Robinson.
I am informed that there are to be some suspensions of certain taxes this weekend and I have decided to take advantage of such a rare opportunity. I shall do so on the morrow.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
August 1, 2012
Dearest Diary,
The dreary weather got the best of me this morning. I remained at Ashford for far too long and was not able to accomplish the tasks I had hoped, though a few remained successful. And while I felt little hope yesterday, Mr. Woodston returned for a visit today. We exchanged pleasantries for a short while before he would away once more. I do not feel the sort of assurance in his impeccable character but he is a nice diversion on which to focus for the present.
In the morning I shall return briefly to the schoolhouse for a short music lesson before calling on the Mr. Disneys for some exercise. Perhaps you should like to join me on the morrow?
The dreary weather got the best of me this morning. I remained at Ashford for far too long and was not able to accomplish the tasks I had hoped, though a few remained successful. And while I felt little hope yesterday, Mr. Woodston returned for a visit today. We exchanged pleasantries for a short while before he would away once more. I do not feel the sort of assurance in his impeccable character but he is a nice diversion on which to focus for the present.
In the morning I shall return briefly to the schoolhouse for a short music lesson before calling on the Mr. Disneys for some exercise. Perhaps you should like to join me on the morrow?
July 31, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Many a maiden has dreamed of that particular suitor who is worthy of knighthood, but a wise gentleman warned of the danger such a notion. A one Mr. Wallace seemed to resist the title himself, feeling unequal to its reputation, I suspect. I had never heeded Mr. Wallace's advice on the matter, taking it for granted that surely there must be a knight for every damsel. Including those of us who have been accused of setting a standard of great heights. I am not without fault, but I fear there are fewer and fewer suitors who can equal the sort of standard I wish to hold them to. Are my notions really very unreasonable to believe that knighthood is not only attainable, but sustainable by gentlemen today? I do very much wish to believe it and despite opposition, I pledge to go on believing it. I shall again attempt to seek him out on the morrow.
Many a maiden has dreamed of that particular suitor who is worthy of knighthood, but a wise gentleman warned of the danger such a notion. A one Mr. Wallace seemed to resist the title himself, feeling unequal to its reputation, I suspect. I had never heeded Mr. Wallace's advice on the matter, taking it for granted that surely there must be a knight for every damsel. Including those of us who have been accused of setting a standard of great heights. I am not without fault, but I fear there are fewer and fewer suitors who can equal the sort of standard I wish to hold them to. Are my notions really very unreasonable to believe that knighthood is not only attainable, but sustainable by gentlemen today? I do very much wish to believe it and despite opposition, I pledge to go on believing it. I shall again attempt to seek him out on the morrow.
Monday, July 30, 2012
July 30, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Something rather peculiar has befallen the matter of which I have spoken recently. I am sorry to tell you that nothing more shall be remitted regarding its specific details but do understand that for a time, at least, it was quite a heroic circumstance.
I cannot say, however that the day was a disappointment. I did some preparation for the upcoming lectures I am to present at the university as well as for the schoolhouse next week. This was of course followed by a trip to town with mother and sister, where we also dined out. There is very little of the summer holiday remaining and I intend to make the most of it.
I will no doubt attend the theatre on the morrow.
Something rather peculiar has befallen the matter of which I have spoken recently. I am sorry to tell you that nothing more shall be remitted regarding its specific details but do understand that for a time, at least, it was quite a heroic circumstance.
I cannot say, however that the day was a disappointment. I did some preparation for the upcoming lectures I am to present at the university as well as for the schoolhouse next week. This was of course followed by a trip to town with mother and sister, where we also dined out. There is very little of the summer holiday remaining and I intend to make the most of it.
I will no doubt attend the theatre on the morrow.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
July 29, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Following the weekly services this morning I attended a small recital by the American, Mr. Crosby. I have told you before, dear Diary, how I adore his recitals and am quite pleased that he has taken to performing them each Lord's Day.
It is no secret that I have been preparing for the move to Ashford and today the greater portion of furnishings arrived. Lady Pigeon and I now rest comfortably upon the setee rather than sitting upon the floor. It is much more to our liking! I am eager for you to see the completed parlour. I feel quite at home.
Oh! And that matter I spoke of yesterday, it appears to be growing in excitement with each passing day. Perhaps you will be privy to its contents on the morrow.
Following the weekly services this morning I attended a small recital by the American, Mr. Crosby. I have told you before, dear Diary, how I adore his recitals and am quite pleased that he has taken to performing them each Lord's Day.
It is no secret that I have been preparing for the move to Ashford and today the greater portion of furnishings arrived. Lady Pigeon and I now rest comfortably upon the setee rather than sitting upon the floor. It is much more to our liking! I am eager for you to see the completed parlour. I feel quite at home.
Oh! And that matter I spoke of yesterday, it appears to be growing in excitement with each passing day. Perhaps you will be privy to its contents on the morrow.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
July 28, 2012
Dearest Diary,
There is a matter that you have been informed about some time ago that has created some intrigue in the past couple of days. I wish to tell you all about it, but it is simply not my place to do so. Do understand however that it has caused some excitement in the final days of the summer months. Perhaps you will hear more on the subject as it continues to develop. Perhaps even on the morrow.
There is a matter that you have been informed about some time ago that has created some intrigue in the past couple of days. I wish to tell you all about it, but it is simply not my place to do so. Do understand however that it has caused some excitement in the final days of the summer months. Perhaps you will hear more on the subject as it continues to develop. Perhaps even on the morrow.
Friday, July 27, 2012
July 27, 2012
Dearest Diary,
This morning I had the good fortune to breakfast at Ashford. I must admit it was not the most restful sleep I have endured, however I did wake with the faintest notion that the estate in its entirety belonged to me. That was fulfilling enough. And this evening I made the first of many payments I shall make to the mortgage company.
Lady Pigeon continues to strive for comfort at the new estate, however she very rarely left my side. I have urged her to take heart as she will not be abandoned at Granada. She doesn't seem to comprehend my speeches. It is a great pity that her nerves trouble her so.
This evening marked the beginning of a long tradition of sport to take place right in the heart of London. I look forward to the news as it travels from town. I am not acquainted with many of the competitors by name, but I do hold a certain pride in my own countrymen and hope for victorious outcomes on their behalf. The first of such reports, I fear, must wait until the morrow.
This morning I had the good fortune to breakfast at Ashford. I must admit it was not the most restful sleep I have endured, however I did wake with the faintest notion that the estate in its entirety belonged to me. That was fulfilling enough. And this evening I made the first of many payments I shall make to the mortgage company.
Lady Pigeon continues to strive for comfort at the new estate, however she very rarely left my side. I have urged her to take heart as she will not be abandoned at Granada. She doesn't seem to comprehend my speeches. It is a great pity that her nerves trouble her so.
This evening marked the beginning of a long tradition of sport to take place right in the heart of London. I look forward to the news as it travels from town. I am not acquainted with many of the competitors by name, but I do hold a certain pride in my own countrymen and hope for victorious outcomes on their behalf. The first of such reports, I fear, must wait until the morrow.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
July 26, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Tonight is my first night at Ashford. Lady Pigeon and I have decided to brave the unfamiliar sounds of nighttime in a parlour and bedroom to which we are unaccustomed. The eldest Miss Lindsay has elected to join us and offer company on this first night. Surprisingly we are doing quite well, but perhaps that is in anticipation of her arrival.
Prior to this particular adventure, I had the soon-to-be tedious task of tending to the grounds of the estate. Today I accomplished the task with great enthusiasm. I do not expect such enthusiasm to remain as the joyful task becomes a nuisance of a chore in due time. I do not expect its demise however on the morrow.
Tonight is my first night at Ashford. Lady Pigeon and I have decided to brave the unfamiliar sounds of nighttime in a parlour and bedroom to which we are unaccustomed. The eldest Miss Lindsay has elected to join us and offer company on this first night. Surprisingly we are doing quite well, but perhaps that is in anticipation of her arrival.
Prior to this particular adventure, I had the soon-to-be tedious task of tending to the grounds of the estate. Today I accomplished the task with great enthusiasm. I do not expect such enthusiasm to remain as the joyful task becomes a nuisance of a chore in due time. I do not expect its demise however on the morrow.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
July 25, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I did spend some time at Ashford today with Lady Pigeon who grows more comfortable with her surroundings with each new visit. Before arriving there this evening, however I made a trip to the markets and found quite a few keepsakes, as well as a couple of new garments for the Fall lessons when they begin.
I am not eager to repeat yesterday's late hours and so I shall therefore say Goodnight, and return to you on the morrow.
I did spend some time at Ashford today with Lady Pigeon who grows more comfortable with her surroundings with each new visit. Before arriving there this evening, however I made a trip to the markets and found quite a few keepsakes, as well as a couple of new garments for the Fall lessons when they begin.
I am not eager to repeat yesterday's late hours and so I shall therefore say Goodnight, and return to you on the morrow.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
July 24, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I have at last arrived home at Granada and have reunited with the indelible Lady Pigeon. My absence was rectified with a simple embrace and a small treat. Her forgiveness is without bounds, it seems. She was of course, well looked after by her doting uncle and I'm certain was perhaps spoilt by him as well. She is not the worse for it.
I certainly feel refreshed and rejuvenated as travel is apt to warrant such feelings at the journey's end. In many ways I feel there is little that cannot be accomplished after one visits long lost relations. However, on the contrary, I also feel a sense of uneasiness after unpacking and laying aside a novel recounting a story from the lavish residence we visited on our return trip. Although curious about the tale, I find it somewhat haunting as the evening hours turn to morning hours. I shall neglect the feeling in the hopes that it passes and remember only the kinship I felt throughout the week. (Perhaps the particular manuscript will get lost or bequeathed to someone else as I begin once again the daunting task of moving to Ashford).
I am pleased, dear Diary, to be resting in my own bed this evening, rather than that of the spanish inns accorded me on the way. Perhaps I shall wake late on the morrow.
I have at last arrived home at Granada and have reunited with the indelible Lady Pigeon. My absence was rectified with a simple embrace and a small treat. Her forgiveness is without bounds, it seems. She was of course, well looked after by her doting uncle and I'm certain was perhaps spoilt by him as well. She is not the worse for it.
I certainly feel refreshed and rejuvenated as travel is apt to warrant such feelings at the journey's end. In many ways I feel there is little that cannot be accomplished after one visits long lost relations. However, on the contrary, I also feel a sense of uneasiness after unpacking and laying aside a novel recounting a story from the lavish residence we visited on our return trip. Although curious about the tale, I find it somewhat haunting as the evening hours turn to morning hours. I shall neglect the feeling in the hopes that it passes and remember only the kinship I felt throughout the week. (Perhaps the particular manuscript will get lost or bequeathed to someone else as I begin once again the daunting task of moving to Ashford).
I am pleased, dear Diary, to be resting in my own bed this evening, rather than that of the spanish inns accorded me on the way. Perhaps I shall wake late on the morrow.
Monday, July 23, 2012
July 23, 2012
Dearest Diary,
While Sister and I were able to take advantage of the coastal waters, the busy shores prompted us to depart sooner than expected. The remainder of the day was spent touring the markets and avoiding the occasional rains.
There is some preference for a short fishing excursion before departing tomorrow, however we are some of us reconsidering. I am beginning to anticipate the return to Ashford and I am growing quite eager for the reunion. Fishing or not, I shall return home at last on the morrow.
While Sister and I were able to take advantage of the coastal waters, the busy shores prompted us to depart sooner than expected. The remainder of the day was spent touring the markets and avoiding the occasional rains.
There is some preference for a short fishing excursion before departing tomorrow, however we are some of us reconsidering. I am beginning to anticipate the return to Ashford and I am growing quite eager for the reunion. Fishing or not, I shall return home at last on the morrow.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
July 22, 2011
Dearest Diary,
I find myself rather weary from travel this evening as we have reached the coastal regions well into the early morning hours. We are to linger here until Tuesday and will be taking in the healing aspects of the waters.
Along the journey today we paused to rest the horses at a modest carriage house and toured the residence of a generous plantation. The furnishings were appropriately elegant and the gardens were a welcome respite from the residence's storied history.
I spent the chief of the visit walking the grounds of the estate before returning to the carriage to continue on our way. Once again, our journey will continue on the morrow.
I find myself rather weary from travel this evening as we have reached the coastal regions well into the early morning hours. We are to linger here until Tuesday and will be taking in the healing aspects of the waters.
Along the journey today we paused to rest the horses at a modest carriage house and toured the residence of a generous plantation. The furnishings were appropriately elegant and the gardens were a welcome respite from the residence's storied history.
I spent the chief of the visit walking the grounds of the estate before returning to the carriage to continue on our way. Once again, our journey will continue on the morrow.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
July 21, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Tonight we began the trip home. We have stopped to rest for the night and to water the horses. As expected, our visit with Uncle and Aunt was truly delightful. Many cousins and other relation were also in attendance and it was quite pleasant to be reacquainted with the lot of them.
I cannot deny that we consumed many rather favorable pies throughout the day and my appetite is duly satisfied.
As we resume our journey, we are to lunch at another notable establishment and tour a lavish residence to the near south. We hope to arrive at the university at evening's end that Father might deliver a lecture or two before continuing back to the Granada and Ashford estates. We shall resume our travel on the morrow.
Tonight we began the trip home. We have stopped to rest for the night and to water the horses. As expected, our visit with Uncle and Aunt was truly delightful. Many cousins and other relation were also in attendance and it was quite pleasant to be reacquainted with the lot of them.
I cannot deny that we consumed many rather favorable pies throughout the day and my appetite is duly satisfied.
As we resume our journey, we are to lunch at another notable establishment and tour a lavish residence to the near south. We hope to arrive at the university at evening's end that Father might deliver a lecture or two before continuing back to the Granada and Ashford estates. We shall resume our travel on the morrow.
Friday, July 20, 2012
July 20, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Today was another early rising, but a much needed visit with Grandmother at the Lincoln mansion. Although her memory fails her quite regularly, I was ignited by her familiar spirit. She has always been the sort of girl who could not be made to retire. Her energy for that sort of life has not altered in my estimation. With each new visitor she wished to rise though is not perhaps in her best interest to do so.
We then continued our journey east and are to call on my aunt and uncle in the morning. Although the trip thus far has been most rewarding, I eagerly await the rest I shall receive at the Spanish inn where we have made arrangements to stay. In no time at all I shall return to you on the morrow.
Today was another early rising, but a much needed visit with Grandmother at the Lincoln mansion. Although her memory fails her quite regularly, I was ignited by her familiar spirit. She has always been the sort of girl who could not be made to retire. Her energy for that sort of life has not altered in my estimation. With each new visitor she wished to rise though is not perhaps in her best interest to do so.
We then continued our journey east and are to call on my aunt and uncle in the morning. Although the trip thus far has been most rewarding, I eagerly await the rest I shall receive at the Spanish inn where we have made arrangements to stay. In no time at all I shall return to you on the morrow.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
July 19, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Through a fortunate accident today, a rather unsettling feeling regarding our travel has been alleviated and we are now more contented at the arrangements that have been made. At our departure early this morning, I fear that the Duchess, the Chairman, and Lady Pigeon were not ideally suited to their boarding procurements. However, after some alterations, I believe they are well looked after and comfortable during our absence. I am forever grateful to the youngest Mr. Lindsay and Miss Smith for their effort on the matter. Having that settled, we shall even more enjoy our visit with Grandmother on the morrow.
Through a fortunate accident today, a rather unsettling feeling regarding our travel has been alleviated and we are now more contented at the arrangements that have been made. At our departure early this morning, I fear that the Duchess, the Chairman, and Lady Pigeon were not ideally suited to their boarding procurements. However, after some alterations, I believe they are well looked after and comfortable during our absence. I am forever grateful to the youngest Mr. Lindsay and Miss Smith for their effort on the matter. Having that settled, we shall even more enjoy our visit with Grandmother on the morrow.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
July 18, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I regrettably note the hour this evening as I anticipate such an early rise tomorrow. We are to fetch a carriage in no less than four hours and yet I have not spent a single moment in my dreams. That is a typical behaviour of mine when it is the eve of an highly anticipated event. I can rarely recall an Advent when I have not pined late into the morning hours awaiting Father Christmas. This evening I do so at the joy of seeing my Grandmother on the morrow. I miss her so and eagerly desire to be in her company. I wish I could be so more often. She is the sweetest of grandmothers one is ever to know, and yet I have not had the proximity to her that I have desired since my youth. When I was a child, she was a day's ride to the west. And as a maiden, she is even more distantly to my north. I envy those of my cousins who have had her company time and again and are able to visit her with greater frequency than I. For a brief moment, I too will have that blessing, on the morrow.
I regrettably note the hour this evening as I anticipate such an early rise tomorrow. We are to fetch a carriage in no less than four hours and yet I have not spent a single moment in my dreams. That is a typical behaviour of mine when it is the eve of an highly anticipated event. I can rarely recall an Advent when I have not pined late into the morning hours awaiting Father Christmas. This evening I do so at the joy of seeing my Grandmother on the morrow. I miss her so and eagerly desire to be in her company. I wish I could be so more often. She is the sweetest of grandmothers one is ever to know, and yet I have not had the proximity to her that I have desired since my youth. When I was a child, she was a day's ride to the west. And as a maiden, she is even more distantly to my north. I envy those of my cousins who have had her company time and again and are able to visit her with greater frequency than I. For a brief moment, I too will have that blessing, on the morrow.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
July 17, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I feel I have been a bit dishonest with you as of late. It was never my intention, but the information I have given you, has rather turned out to be false. Only this morning I advised you that I would be delivering some furnishings to Ashford this afternoon, and yet I must admit that I did not. In fact, I spent the chief of the day sitting comfortably upon the setee in my Mother and Father's estate. I even afforded an unscheduled nap.
The other item on which you were misinformed is our journey to the north of the country. I had every intention of departing on our Lord's Day, however after further consideration, Sister and I elected to stay behind and hire a carriage in the early morning on Thursday. The hounds were of course in favour of this particular choice.
After a short visit with the Mr. Disneys this evening, we are at last come home and are enjoying some late evening wafers. I shall most certainly regret it on the morrow.
I feel I have been a bit dishonest with you as of late. It was never my intention, but the information I have given you, has rather turned out to be false. Only this morning I advised you that I would be delivering some furnishings to Ashford this afternoon, and yet I must admit that I did not. In fact, I spent the chief of the day sitting comfortably upon the setee in my Mother and Father's estate. I even afforded an unscheduled nap.
The other item on which you were misinformed is our journey to the north of the country. I had every intention of departing on our Lord's Day, however after further consideration, Sister and I elected to stay behind and hire a carriage in the early morning on Thursday. The hounds were of course in favour of this particular choice.
After a short visit with the Mr. Disneys this evening, we are at last come home and are enjoying some late evening wafers. I shall most certainly regret it on the morrow.
July 16, 2012
Dearest Diary,
It was terribly late when I retired last evening that I did not get a chance to return to you as I had desired to. Yesterday was a day spent with all of the hounds on one abode. It can be quite tiresome tending to all three of them, but what joy do they behold! The Duchess Nicolete is the smallest of the three, followed by Lady Pigeon, who is the eldest. The Chairman, Mr. Sinatra, is the youngest and therefore quite playful, and yet most handsome indeed. They are now sleeping peacefully this morning which is a moment I treasure at present.
Apart from the attention paid to the hounds yesterday, my dearest sister and I also visited the markets and dined out. We both drove quite a bargain on some new furnishings for our respective estates and I am eager to deliver them to Ashford this very afternoon.
I shall fill you in more on the matter when I return to you later today. And I do vow, dear Diary, to return to you today, rather than on the morrow!
It was terribly late when I retired last evening that I did not get a chance to return to you as I had desired to. Yesterday was a day spent with all of the hounds on one abode. It can be quite tiresome tending to all three of them, but what joy do they behold! The Duchess Nicolete is the smallest of the three, followed by Lady Pigeon, who is the eldest. The Chairman, Mr. Sinatra, is the youngest and therefore quite playful, and yet most handsome indeed. They are now sleeping peacefully this morning which is a moment I treasure at present.
Apart from the attention paid to the hounds yesterday, my dearest sister and I also visited the markets and dined out. We both drove quite a bargain on some new furnishings for our respective estates and I am eager to deliver them to Ashford this very afternoon.
I shall fill you in more on the matter when I return to you later today. And I do vow, dear Diary, to return to you today, rather than on the morrow!
Sunday, July 15, 2012
July 15, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Again I'd like to share a letter I received from my sister this afternoon. The contraption she refers to you've often heard me call a "pedalhorse." They are fascinating machines indeed! Her correspondence follows below.
"Dearest Sister,
I want to tell you of another encounter I have had today.
As you may know ( for I believe you have chided me upon telling you about it one too many times), there has been a new family that has taken up residence in mother and father's squire. Furthermore I believe I informed you that they seemed to have travelled here from the province in which we spent our childhood. I know this because it was indicated on all three of their carriages when they arrived. I have been curious about them since I often pass their estate when Mr. Sinatra and I enjoy our daily constitution.
On one occasion, the master of the house and another younger gentleman (I believe it was his son) were at the entrance of the estate managing the shrubs and bushes. It was at this occasion that I became more curios about the younger. I do not see any evidence against the notion that he must be a bachelor. On this day, I was aware enough to exchange a friendly, but rather quick hello as I was taken by surprise. You may begin to discover, sister, that my conversations are rather brief when I am taken by surprise. I did not see the gentlemen at first, for their carriages were blocking my view. Mr. Sinatra, however, noticed them first. The younger one greeted him appropriately.
Now I may recount our interactions of today. As I arrived home, after visiting your home in Ashford, the two gentlemen were passing by. One might assume that they were on foot. Not so! They were precariously seated atop strange metal machines with only two wheels each. They were somehow using their feet to assist in the event, but how they maintained their balance I do not know!
I had enough wit about me to say hello. I tried to pass them again when I took the Chairman for another stroll about the grounds. Alas the gentlemen must have thought their two-wheeled machines would spook much like horses do, for they turned down a different road every time we approached. Our common former province will provide a topic of conversation if I ever get an opportunity to speak with them again. I believe one of us should speak with them, dear sister, in case the gentleman truly is a bachelor. However, though it may seem selfish, I believe I may have first claim as I have seen him before you!
Perhaps Mr. Sinatra and I will stroll again and try to talk to him on the morrow.
Your adoring sister,
..."
Again I'd like to share a letter I received from my sister this afternoon. The contraption she refers to you've often heard me call a "pedalhorse." They are fascinating machines indeed! Her correspondence follows below.
"Dearest Sister,
I want to tell you of another encounter I have had today.
As you may know ( for I believe you have chided me upon telling you about it one too many times), there has been a new family that has taken up residence in mother and father's squire. Furthermore I believe I informed you that they seemed to have travelled here from the province in which we spent our childhood. I know this because it was indicated on all three of their carriages when they arrived. I have been curious about them since I often pass their estate when Mr. Sinatra and I enjoy our daily constitution.
On one occasion, the master of the house and another younger gentleman (I believe it was his son) were at the entrance of the estate managing the shrubs and bushes. It was at this occasion that I became more curios about the younger. I do not see any evidence against the notion that he must be a bachelor. On this day, I was aware enough to exchange a friendly, but rather quick hello as I was taken by surprise. You may begin to discover, sister, that my conversations are rather brief when I am taken by surprise. I did not see the gentlemen at first, for their carriages were blocking my view. Mr. Sinatra, however, noticed them first. The younger one greeted him appropriately.
Now I may recount our interactions of today. As I arrived home, after visiting your home in Ashford, the two gentlemen were passing by. One might assume that they were on foot. Not so! They were precariously seated atop strange metal machines with only two wheels each. They were somehow using their feet to assist in the event, but how they maintained their balance I do not know!
I had enough wit about me to say hello. I tried to pass them again when I took the Chairman for another stroll about the grounds. Alas the gentlemen must have thought their two-wheeled machines would spook much like horses do, for they turned down a different road every time we approached. Our common former province will provide a topic of conversation if I ever get an opportunity to speak with them again. I believe one of us should speak with them, dear sister, in case the gentleman truly is a bachelor. However, though it may seem selfish, I believe I may have first claim as I have seen him before you!
Perhaps Mr. Sinatra and I will stroll again and try to talk to him on the morrow.
Your adoring sister,
..."
Saturday, July 14, 2012
July 14, 2012
Dearest Diary,
We are having a bit of heat around Granada today and so I have spent the chief of the afternoon at Ashford trying to fan myself into a bit of a cooler state. Lady Pigeon was able to accompany me on the visit today and I dare say she is finding herself more and more at home in the new estate. She took many pleasurable naps at my side this afternoon and even welcomed a couple of new visitors for a mid-afternoon tea. They stayed for a game of cards and some conversation and then were on their way again.
Following their departure, Lady Pigeon and I resumed the rigourous task of cleaning the ovens and cabinetry. Well, dear Diary, to be more precise, I resumed the cleaning whilst Lady Pigeon became rather lazy and napped again in the dining room. I am simply pleased that she is finding herself rather comfortable there, as it is a difficult thing for a hound to transfer her residence from place to place. She is adjusting quite well thus far.
It might have been my last visit to Ashford in a fortnight, however as I will be traveling soon to the north of the country. I am most eager to visit with my grandmother who I miss quite dearly. We are also to celebrate my Uncle and Aunt for there marriage of fifty years. That is a truly great accomplishment, indeed as I have only known a handful of marriages to have lasted even forty years. It is unfortunate it is not more on that account. Nevertheless, I applaud their devotion and esteem them for their excellent example. And yet that is next week. We leave tomorrow.
We are having a bit of heat around Granada today and so I have spent the chief of the afternoon at Ashford trying to fan myself into a bit of a cooler state. Lady Pigeon was able to accompany me on the visit today and I dare say she is finding herself more and more at home in the new estate. She took many pleasurable naps at my side this afternoon and even welcomed a couple of new visitors for a mid-afternoon tea. They stayed for a game of cards and some conversation and then were on their way again.
Following their departure, Lady Pigeon and I resumed the rigourous task of cleaning the ovens and cabinetry. Well, dear Diary, to be more precise, I resumed the cleaning whilst Lady Pigeon became rather lazy and napped again in the dining room. I am simply pleased that she is finding herself rather comfortable there, as it is a difficult thing for a hound to transfer her residence from place to place. She is adjusting quite well thus far.
It might have been my last visit to Ashford in a fortnight, however as I will be traveling soon to the north of the country. I am most eager to visit with my grandmother who I miss quite dearly. We are also to celebrate my Uncle and Aunt for there marriage of fifty years. That is a truly great accomplishment, indeed as I have only known a handful of marriages to have lasted even forty years. It is unfortunate it is not more on that account. Nevertheless, I applaud their devotion and esteem them for their excellent example. And yet that is next week. We leave tomorrow.
Friday, July 13, 2012
July 13, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Mr. Lowe arrived quite early this morning with the necessary flooring for my new estate. It appeared that he was a bachelor and immediately commenced conversation with me over my upbringing and taste for the southern provinces. He too spent his childhood in the north and expressed a preference for the climates of our youth. I must admit to you, dear Diary, that I was quite taken with him. He has very handsome features and was brought up in the Christian way. I was beginning to feel quite partial to him and his garrulous nature until he happened to mention his betrothed.
His betrothed? For Heaven's sake the gentleman even dared invite me to tea before continuing with the task at hand! While I truly wished to join him at the initial offer, I declined at the revelation of his engaged. It would simply not have been appropriate.
Far be it from me to treat each encounter with a gentleman as though it might be more, but I dare say that Mr. Lowe gave every indication of his amounting affection and I felt the same.
Nevertheless, dear Diary, Ashford is all the better for our acquaintance, however short it might have been. It is now that the furnishings may begin to arrive and I suspect that beyond the dining table that was delivered this evening, the rest shall follow as early as tomorrow!
Mr. Lowe arrived quite early this morning with the necessary flooring for my new estate. It appeared that he was a bachelor and immediately commenced conversation with me over my upbringing and taste for the southern provinces. He too spent his childhood in the north and expressed a preference for the climates of our youth. I must admit to you, dear Diary, that I was quite taken with him. He has very handsome features and was brought up in the Christian way. I was beginning to feel quite partial to him and his garrulous nature until he happened to mention his betrothed.
His betrothed? For Heaven's sake the gentleman even dared invite me to tea before continuing with the task at hand! While I truly wished to join him at the initial offer, I declined at the revelation of his engaged. It would simply not have been appropriate.
Far be it from me to treat each encounter with a gentleman as though it might be more, but I dare say that Mr. Lowe gave every indication of his amounting affection and I felt the same.
Nevertheless, dear Diary, Ashford is all the better for our acquaintance, however short it might have been. It is now that the furnishings may begin to arrive and I suspect that beyond the dining table that was delivered this evening, the rest shall follow as early as tomorrow!
Thursday, July 12, 2012
July 12, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I did indeed attend the Lockwood recital this evening and his talent far exceeded any previous recital of his that I have attended. He took the liberty of inviting some guests to perform and we were able to hear from Miss Seldon and Mr. Brown, who is also a great proficient in dance. Miss Lamont was rather tiresome, but perhaps a humourous anecdote to the evening. I could not have imagined a more entertaining evening.
I must rise again early on Friday, as Mr. Lowe is to return in order to establish flooring in the Ashford estate. I have not determined whether I shall be required beyond admitting him into the home, but as I will already be present, I will likely tend to the gardens and carriage house while he is about.
I pray dearly that the rainstorms that plagued us this evening (although rather fitting as they were), should hold off for at least the better part of the day on the morrow
I did indeed attend the Lockwood recital this evening and his talent far exceeded any previous recital of his that I have attended. He took the liberty of inviting some guests to perform and we were able to hear from Miss Seldon and Mr. Brown, who is also a great proficient in dance. Miss Lamont was rather tiresome, but perhaps a humourous anecdote to the evening. I could not have imagined a more entertaining evening.
I must rise again early on Friday, as Mr. Lowe is to return in order to establish flooring in the Ashford estate. I have not determined whether I shall be required beyond admitting him into the home, but as I will already be present, I will likely tend to the gardens and carriage house while he is about.
I pray dearly that the rainstorms that plagued us this evening (although rather fitting as they were), should hold off for at least the better part of the day on the morrow
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
July 11, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I am pleased to inform you that in only a matter of weeks, I shall be returning to an occupation that I simply adore. While I shall remain at the schoolhouse, I shall begin the very amiable task of teaching music lessons quite frequently. This is something I have long looked forward to, and gives me great joy to announce to you.
In celebration of that fact, I shall attend a recital given by a Mr. Lockwood on the morrow. It is not unusual for his recitals to include a dancing demonstration and I believe he is to be joined by his betrothed, a one Miss Seldon. She is also schooled in dance and voice. I am quite excited about this particular recital, but alas, I must await tomorrow.
I am pleased to inform you that in only a matter of weeks, I shall be returning to an occupation that I simply adore. While I shall remain at the schoolhouse, I shall begin the very amiable task of teaching music lessons quite frequently. This is something I have long looked forward to, and gives me great joy to announce to you.
In celebration of that fact, I shall attend a recital given by a Mr. Lockwood on the morrow. It is not unusual for his recitals to include a dancing demonstration and I believe he is to be joined by his betrothed, a one Miss Seldon. She is also schooled in dance and voice. I am quite excited about this particular recital, but alas, I must await tomorrow.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
July 10, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Indeed we did make the long journey to the coastal regions in order to purchase a large dining table custom made by tradesmen in the markets there. It was a long and arduous journey, but the quality of the furniture made the journey bearable. There was also a Mr. Barry who greatly improved our traveling party. He was quite garrulous, but certainly helpful in toting the rather heavy pieces of craftsmanship. I had not rejected the idea of building one myself, no matter how silly I might have appeared, however this seemed preferable to the immense amount of work it would have required. I am by no means opposed to work, but my finished piece would not have held the same beauty as what I have since obtained. And with that, I shall speak no more of furniture. ...Until tomorrow, that is...
Indeed we did make the long journey to the coastal regions in order to purchase a large dining table custom made by tradesmen in the markets there. It was a long and arduous journey, but the quality of the furniture made the journey bearable. There was also a Mr. Barry who greatly improved our traveling party. He was quite garrulous, but certainly helpful in toting the rather heavy pieces of craftsmanship. I had not rejected the idea of building one myself, no matter how silly I might have appeared, however this seemed preferable to the immense amount of work it would have required. I am by no means opposed to work, but my finished piece would not have held the same beauty as what I have since obtained. And with that, I shall speak no more of furniture. ...Until tomorrow, that is...
Monday, July 9, 2012
July 9, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Perhaps having Lady Pigeon accompany me to Ashford this morning was not the wisest of ideas. While I desire her comfort there, it is difficult to complete the tasks which must be completed while she is gadding about. We completed chores for not a half an hour before she required some exercise. This too seemed a way to strengthen her attachment to the estate, if she could but stroll its grounds and walking paths. I do hope that in time, it will, but she did not seem at peace this morning, pulling her lead with every strength she could muster. It is fortunate for me, she is not a larger breed like her cousin, the Chairman. Upon the discovery that nothing shall be completed during her stay, I promptly guided her back to the phaeton and we returned to Granada. She does ever so enjoy the journey betwixt the estates however, and is partial to riding with her head and tongue outstretched in the wind. This, I suppose, is not frightfully unusual among her breed.
The remainder of the day was also quite profitable. A comfortable dining table was ascertained for the Ashford Estate and Sister and I are to retrieve it on the morrow!
Perhaps having Lady Pigeon accompany me to Ashford this morning was not the wisest of ideas. While I desire her comfort there, it is difficult to complete the tasks which must be completed while she is gadding about. We completed chores for not a half an hour before she required some exercise. This too seemed a way to strengthen her attachment to the estate, if she could but stroll its grounds and walking paths. I do hope that in time, it will, but she did not seem at peace this morning, pulling her lead with every strength she could muster. It is fortunate for me, she is not a larger breed like her cousin, the Chairman. Upon the discovery that nothing shall be completed during her stay, I promptly guided her back to the phaeton and we returned to Granada. She does ever so enjoy the journey betwixt the estates however, and is partial to riding with her head and tongue outstretched in the wind. This, I suppose, is not frightfully unusual among her breed.
The remainder of the day was also quite profitable. A comfortable dining table was ascertained for the Ashford Estate and Sister and I are to retrieve it on the morrow!
Sunday, July 8, 2012
July 8, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Indeed it was a beautiful day today. It seems that so much has taken place over the course of the day that it is difficult to recollect the greater part of it, but I am filled with gladness at present and watching Lady Pigeon leap about as if she were but a young pup. One of her favourite pasttimes is tossing a small bit of parchment in the air and leaping after it. It is that activity in which she is presently engaged. If I could but paint a picture...
Meanwhile, I do believe the weekly services were yet this morning, followed by a lengthy visit with a favourite companion of mine, Mr. Crosby. His arias are delectable and I cannot imagine a Sunday afternoon without him lending his talents to a recital. He does so with ease and finesse.
Following the recital, and lunch with the others of my family, my dearest sister and I paid a visit to the Disney estate for a bit of exercise around one of the many lakes. I do so adore the many paths available for such walks on a summer evening.
But a rare occurence was the discovery of a book of sermons by a treasured authoress that ought to be well-known to you, dear Diary. A woman of Christian descent, by the name of Austen. A Miss Jane Austen to be exact. Can you imagine it? A rare find, indeed it was!
Now if you will pardon me, I must retire once more, for I am to be revisited by the ambiguous character I told you of a near fortnight ago, quite early on the morrow.
Indeed it was a beautiful day today. It seems that so much has taken place over the course of the day that it is difficult to recollect the greater part of it, but I am filled with gladness at present and watching Lady Pigeon leap about as if she were but a young pup. One of her favourite pasttimes is tossing a small bit of parchment in the air and leaping after it. It is that activity in which she is presently engaged. If I could but paint a picture...
Meanwhile, I do believe the weekly services were yet this morning, followed by a lengthy visit with a favourite companion of mine, Mr. Crosby. His arias are delectable and I cannot imagine a Sunday afternoon without him lending his talents to a recital. He does so with ease and finesse.
Following the recital, and lunch with the others of my family, my dearest sister and I paid a visit to the Disney estate for a bit of exercise around one of the many lakes. I do so adore the many paths available for such walks on a summer evening.
But a rare occurence was the discovery of a book of sermons by a treasured authoress that ought to be well-known to you, dear Diary. A woman of Christian descent, by the name of Austen. A Miss Jane Austen to be exact. Can you imagine it? A rare find, indeed it was!
Now if you will pardon me, I must retire once more, for I am to be revisited by the ambiguous character I told you of a near fortnight ago, quite early on the morrow.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
July 7, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I cannot recall the last time I missed the afternoon tea due to sheer exhaustion. I was awakened in the late afternoon by my sister who paid a call to issue invitation to dine with her. Even with such rest, I could not summon much energy for the remainder of the day. Upon my return to Granada following dinner, I was able to tend to my summer lectures as well as a bit of needlework, so the day was not completely lost. Tomorrow are the weekly services, however and it is already time for me to retire. I shall return to you on the morrow.
I cannot recall the last time I missed the afternoon tea due to sheer exhaustion. I was awakened in the late afternoon by my sister who paid a call to issue invitation to dine with her. Even with such rest, I could not summon much energy for the remainder of the day. Upon my return to Granada following dinner, I was able to tend to my summer lectures as well as a bit of needlework, so the day was not completely lost. Tomorrow are the weekly services, however and it is already time for me to retire. I shall return to you on the morrow.
Friday, July 6, 2012
July 6, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Another lengthy day has come to a close and I find little strength to recount it again for you, however there seems much to recount. Let me simply state that the ideals I once held for my own life's direction seem to have resurfaced at a single parcel I received by post this afternoon. And even that was preceeded by the encouragement and companionship of two very excellent friends, that I have recently come to know. Would that all days had as happy conclusions. Perhaps there is hope for a recurrence on the morrow.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
July 5, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Ashford continues to improve with every passing day and I am eager to return in the morning for a unique sort of social gathering in its main hall. I shall hope to tell you all about it when we meet again.
Meanwhile, allow me to peak your curiosity at the thought of a potential suitor. I have known of the particular gentleman for quite some time, though we have not properly been introduced as of yet. However, he is known to smile occasionally in my direction, and give approval with a nod when he is seen about the markets and public places. He is apt to attend the same recitals and operas as I, and I find him quite pleasant to observe.
I have not ascertained the name of his parish, but his countenance and demeanor lead me to believe he is allied to one. Before I shall extend the gentleman's name, let us simply call him Mr. Woodston, for I have always adored that name. And until we are properly introduced, I do not believe I should announce his Christian name as though he were my betrothed.
Perhaps there shall be more to share as the summer months progress. Until then, I shall speak with you again, on the morrow.
Ashford continues to improve with every passing day and I am eager to return in the morning for a unique sort of social gathering in its main hall. I shall hope to tell you all about it when we meet again.
Meanwhile, allow me to peak your curiosity at the thought of a potential suitor. I have known of the particular gentleman for quite some time, though we have not properly been introduced as of yet. However, he is known to smile occasionally in my direction, and give approval with a nod when he is seen about the markets and public places. He is apt to attend the same recitals and operas as I, and I find him quite pleasant to observe.
I have not ascertained the name of his parish, but his countenance and demeanor lead me to believe he is allied to one. Before I shall extend the gentleman's name, let us simply call him Mr. Woodston, for I have always adored that name. And until we are properly introduced, I do not believe I should announce his Christian name as though he were my betrothed.
Perhaps there shall be more to share as the summer months progress. Until then, I shall speak with you again, on the morrow.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
July 4, 2012
Dearest Diary,
There was quite a celebration today and a multitude of patriots turned out for the festivities. I myself enjoyed lunch with Mother and Father and then a visit to the Disney estate in order to commemorate the occasion. We walked the grounds for quite awhile and even dined at a small Inn known for its American faire.
It is often to one's amusement to observe the sort of costumes that adorn the townsfolk on days such as these. Although the majority of them are modest renditions of the nations colours, there are a few who make oneself ridiculous. If you could but see the gentleman that I observed you might not have wondered how he might turn a few heads.
And yet, just before he caught my attention, I was rather taken by a man perhaps a few years my junior. He did not adorn himself with ridicule, but rather with a rare breed of dog, perhaps Welsh in origin, called a Wookie. It appeared to be quite young for the breed for the gentleman carried it upon his back. And were it not for the obvious appeal of the rare breed, the gentleman himself also drew glances for his handsome features and winsome smile.
Although I was never introduced to this stranger, I should believe the companionship of the wookie, and the amiable smile were better attributes for obtaining one's attention than the sort of masquerade approach of the first gentleman.
Nevertheless, I find myself with a bit of pride in my country this evening. And with a certain comaraderie among my countrymen. Even among those who are perhaps a bit ridiculous. I shall hope you feel the same, and that our comaraderie continues on the morrow.
There was quite a celebration today and a multitude of patriots turned out for the festivities. I myself enjoyed lunch with Mother and Father and then a visit to the Disney estate in order to commemorate the occasion. We walked the grounds for quite awhile and even dined at a small Inn known for its American faire.
It is often to one's amusement to observe the sort of costumes that adorn the townsfolk on days such as these. Although the majority of them are modest renditions of the nations colours, there are a few who make oneself ridiculous. If you could but see the gentleman that I observed you might not have wondered how he might turn a few heads.
And yet, just before he caught my attention, I was rather taken by a man perhaps a few years my junior. He did not adorn himself with ridicule, but rather with a rare breed of dog, perhaps Welsh in origin, called a Wookie. It appeared to be quite young for the breed for the gentleman carried it upon his back. And were it not for the obvious appeal of the rare breed, the gentleman himself also drew glances for his handsome features and winsome smile.
Although I was never introduced to this stranger, I should believe the companionship of the wookie, and the amiable smile were better attributes for obtaining one's attention than the sort of masquerade approach of the first gentleman.
Nevertheless, I find myself with a bit of pride in my country this evening. And with a certain comaraderie among my countrymen. Even among those who are perhaps a bit ridiculous. I shall hope you feel the same, and that our comaraderie continues on the morrow.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
July 3, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Oh that I could hide my dreary disposition today. Were it not for that small fortune I owed to Mr. Lowe today, I perhaps might have been in better spirit. Or perhaps it was the fault of the gold wall, so unwilling to cooperate with my good opinion. Perhaps it is no fault but my own in rising before I was particularly rested this morning. Whatever the reason, I have been of particularly dreadful countenance today.
I suspect that in the course of time the things which trouble me so today will be all gone away and I shall continue to bear in mind the blessings, of which I have plenty. I certainly wish that I might be possessed of a suitable prospect, but I must remember that there is much else that might preoccupy my thoughts.
I have an amiable occupation, a perfectly doting canine, and an abundance of friends and family. Bearing these qualities in mind, I shall render this my Declaration of Independence, and vow not, in fact, to desire such a husband, for at least the remainder of the afternoon (which I shall no doubt adhere to as even the evening has already come and gone). Perhaps I shall be so bold as to declare an Independence Day as well on the morrow.
Oh that I could hide my dreary disposition today. Were it not for that small fortune I owed to Mr. Lowe today, I perhaps might have been in better spirit. Or perhaps it was the fault of the gold wall, so unwilling to cooperate with my good opinion. Perhaps it is no fault but my own in rising before I was particularly rested this morning. Whatever the reason, I have been of particularly dreadful countenance today.
I suspect that in the course of time the things which trouble me so today will be all gone away and I shall continue to bear in mind the blessings, of which I have plenty. I certainly wish that I might be possessed of a suitable prospect, but I must remember that there is much else that might preoccupy my thoughts.
I have an amiable occupation, a perfectly doting canine, and an abundance of friends and family. Bearing these qualities in mind, I shall render this my Declaration of Independence, and vow not, in fact, to desire such a husband, for at least the remainder of the afternoon (which I shall no doubt adhere to as even the evening has already come and gone). Perhaps I shall be so bold as to declare an Independence Day as well on the morrow.
Monday, July 2, 2012
July 2, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I could not have asked for a more pleasant day than I have been fortunate enough to enjoy today. What began with a late morning tea with a very dear friend made for a pleasant carriage ride to the shire west of here, known for its lakes and swans. Upon our return to Granada, we were welcomed home by Lady Pigeon and The Chairman, all prepped and ready for a swim. They are excellent retrievers, the both of them. They were then both bathed and an outing was planned to Ashford where I expect to see more preparations for the eventual move.
It was unusually relaxing and remarkably spectacular. I shall awaken renewed and refreshed on the morrow!
I could not have asked for a more pleasant day than I have been fortunate enough to enjoy today. What began with a late morning tea with a very dear friend made for a pleasant carriage ride to the shire west of here, known for its lakes and swans. Upon our return to Granada, we were welcomed home by Lady Pigeon and The Chairman, all prepped and ready for a swim. They are excellent retrievers, the both of them. They were then both bathed and an outing was planned to Ashford where I expect to see more preparations for the eventual move.
It was unusually relaxing and remarkably spectacular. I shall awaken renewed and refreshed on the morrow!
Sunday, July 1, 2012
July 1, 2012
Dearest Diary,
It has been a busy couple of days as I have made two pilgrimages to the Disney estate and frequented the many paths that lead about the grounds. There were quite a few gentlemen visiting as well and in an unusually gregarious state. One assisted with my carriage, another my dinner, and still another before I even arrived. These did not seem to be their occupations but their mere consideration for my own well-being.
I have spoken before of the particular game we make of it when we visit the Mr. Disneys, however I am persuaded to believe perhaps that the rules were reversed on this particular visit. Nevertheless, it was enjoyable for all parties, I believe.
I have not ventured again to Ashford since early yesterday morning, but I trust it is still standing, and shall be when I return again on the morrow.
It has been a busy couple of days as I have made two pilgrimages to the Disney estate and frequented the many paths that lead about the grounds. There were quite a few gentlemen visiting as well and in an unusually gregarious state. One assisted with my carriage, another my dinner, and still another before I even arrived. These did not seem to be their occupations but their mere consideration for my own well-being.
I have spoken before of the particular game we make of it when we visit the Mr. Disneys, however I am persuaded to believe perhaps that the rules were reversed on this particular visit. Nevertheless, it was enjoyable for all parties, I believe.
I have not ventured again to Ashford since early yesterday morning, but I trust it is still standing, and shall be when I return again on the morrow.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
June 30, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I feel as though I have much to share with you this evening, but have not the strength to resist my dreams at present. Instead, I should like to leave you with a letter I received this morning from my beloved sister. It reads:
"Dearest Sister,
Recently I have noticed that our Heavenly Father may be sending us subtle messages of hope so that you and I do not fall into despair. For you see, we have both encountered gentlemen who demonstrated some (if not only very little) interest in conversing with us. The first encounter that I would list is your meeting with Sir Andrew. I truly enjoyed your account on that matter! I too have had one or two momentary conversations with gentlemen who showed a possible interest in courtship.
If you will recall our lunch outing with Mamma at the establishment owned by Mr. Crisper, I made the acquaintance of a seemingly affable gentleman. Although perhaps "made the acquaintance" is not quite the appropriate phrase, for we were not properly introduced. I was not even able to ascertain the gentleman's name. However one might assume that he hailed from the northern country for he wore the emblem of a bear cub on his clothing that has been worn by others in that province.
I apologize for my digression, dear sister. This gentleman and I shared some friendly words while we were helping ourselves to some refreshments. Had I been aware of what was transpiring, I might have prepared myself to be more clever. Instead, after he inquired about my health, all I could do was answer politely and stand there grinning like a dunce. The gentleman had no other choice but to politely wish me a good day and take his leave.
This reminds me of the evening, years ago when you and I had the opportunity to meet with that talented Mr. Connick (although I am not familiar with his father, I believe he is named for him) following one of his recitals. I spent the entire time while we waited our turn deciding on a clever and dignified way of expressing that I too was a musician. When the opportunity to speak to him finally arose, my only action was to bid him hello.
Perhaps my brain's refusal to assist me in witty conversation whenever a desirable match is nearby is the main cause of my perpetual state. Alas, I must practice this skill much like I must practice the pianoforte. Perhaps I shall some day become a proficient.
Yours, etc. ..."
Her conclusion leads me only to bid you farewell myself and to return to you again on the morrow.
I feel as though I have much to share with you this evening, but have not the strength to resist my dreams at present. Instead, I should like to leave you with a letter I received this morning from my beloved sister. It reads:
"Dearest Sister,
Recently I have noticed that our Heavenly Father may be sending us subtle messages of hope so that you and I do not fall into despair. For you see, we have both encountered gentlemen who demonstrated some (if not only very little) interest in conversing with us. The first encounter that I would list is your meeting with Sir Andrew. I truly enjoyed your account on that matter! I too have had one or two momentary conversations with gentlemen who showed a possible interest in courtship.
If you will recall our lunch outing with Mamma at the establishment owned by Mr. Crisper, I made the acquaintance of a seemingly affable gentleman. Although perhaps "made the acquaintance" is not quite the appropriate phrase, for we were not properly introduced. I was not even able to ascertain the gentleman's name. However one might assume that he hailed from the northern country for he wore the emblem of a bear cub on his clothing that has been worn by others in that province.
I apologize for my digression, dear sister. This gentleman and I shared some friendly words while we were helping ourselves to some refreshments. Had I been aware of what was transpiring, I might have prepared myself to be more clever. Instead, after he inquired about my health, all I could do was answer politely and stand there grinning like a dunce. The gentleman had no other choice but to politely wish me a good day and take his leave.
This reminds me of the evening, years ago when you and I had the opportunity to meet with that talented Mr. Connick (although I am not familiar with his father, I believe he is named for him) following one of his recitals. I spent the entire time while we waited our turn deciding on a clever and dignified way of expressing that I too was a musician. When the opportunity to speak to him finally arose, my only action was to bid him hello.
Perhaps my brain's refusal to assist me in witty conversation whenever a desirable match is nearby is the main cause of my perpetual state. Alas, I must practice this skill much like I must practice the pianoforte. Perhaps I shall some day become a proficient.
Yours, etc. ..."
Her conclusion leads me only to bid you farewell myself and to return to you again on the morrow.
Friday, June 29, 2012
June 29, 2012
Dearest Diary,
Lady Pigeon at last was able to visit Ashford today, and I believe she'll find herself to be quite content in her new surroundings. There are a great many windows for her to peer out of and most are placed at a height quite suitable to her stature. She pranced delightedly through the rooms and examined every scent throughout. I am pleased with her reaction.
I received no word from Sir Andrew today, but I remain eager for his return visit. If he does not return, however do not think I shall shed a tear. I shall remain the happy sort of girl I cannot help but be at present.
I have tired very easily today and therefore may take a respite from the estate tomorrow.
Lady Pigeon at last was able to visit Ashford today, and I believe she'll find herself to be quite content in her new surroundings. There are a great many windows for her to peer out of and most are placed at a height quite suitable to her stature. She pranced delightedly through the rooms and examined every scent throughout. I am pleased with her reaction.
I received no word from Sir Andrew today, but I remain eager for his return visit. If he does not return, however do not think I shall shed a tear. I shall remain the happy sort of girl I cannot help but be at present.
I have tired very easily today and therefore may take a respite from the estate tomorrow.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
June 28, 2012
Dearest Diary,
At last we return to the topic of most interest in this particular correspondence. Today I was introduced to a gentleman by the name of Sir Andrew. He arrived at the Ashford estate just after breakfast and began to survey the grounds in an attempt to assist in my impending move from Granada. His timing could not have been more perfect as he rescued me from a rather peculiar visitor who had called a slight bit earlier. Sir Andrew was keen to talk about universities he favoured and his tastes in music and theatre. In the course of our visit I discovered his childhood was spent but two shires north of my own. We pleasantly reminisced until once again interrupted by the former visitor.
I am not sure if I shall again make the acquaintance of this Sir Andrew, but I do hope he returns as he declared he might. As for the other visitor, I wonder if you might recall an unusual character by the name of Pat, from a theatrical production some years back. It was known mostly for its initials SNL. Well, this nuissant visitor was not too unlike that character, and I even now, do not know enough to provide you with an accurate description of the visitor. However, I am aware that the individual also experienced an upbringing in the same region of the country that I and Sir Andrew experienced. And thus was the demise of my visit with Sir Andrew.
While I am assured that the visitor, the former, shall return again (to my despair), I rather am hopeful that the visitor, the latter, will indeed return when the rest of the furnishings arrive. Perhaps we shall be privy to that end on the morrow...
At last we return to the topic of most interest in this particular correspondence. Today I was introduced to a gentleman by the name of Sir Andrew. He arrived at the Ashford estate just after breakfast and began to survey the grounds in an attempt to assist in my impending move from Granada. His timing could not have been more perfect as he rescued me from a rather peculiar visitor who had called a slight bit earlier. Sir Andrew was keen to talk about universities he favoured and his tastes in music and theatre. In the course of our visit I discovered his childhood was spent but two shires north of my own. We pleasantly reminisced until once again interrupted by the former visitor.
I am not sure if I shall again make the acquaintance of this Sir Andrew, but I do hope he returns as he declared he might. As for the other visitor, I wonder if you might recall an unusual character by the name of Pat, from a theatrical production some years back. It was known mostly for its initials SNL. Well, this nuissant visitor was not too unlike that character, and I even now, do not know enough to provide you with an accurate description of the visitor. However, I am aware that the individual also experienced an upbringing in the same region of the country that I and Sir Andrew experienced. And thus was the demise of my visit with Sir Andrew.
While I am assured that the visitor, the former, shall return again (to my despair), I rather am hopeful that the visitor, the latter, will indeed return when the rest of the furnishings arrive. Perhaps we shall be privy to that end on the morrow...
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
June 27, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I am most grateful this evening for a most faithful hound. Lady Pigeon has been a loyal confidante and companion for nigh on twelve years. Often there is little else one could ask for than the friendship of one such as she. In the past near fortnight of years, she has laughed with me, cried with me, played with me, and even prayed with me. She has been a fine protectorate and an able retriever (though confidentially, she is not often keen on relinquishing that which she has retrieved). On her special day today, she dined on her favorite dish, and accompanied me on a lengthy walk about the grounds of the estate. I even delayed her bath until the morrow.
I am most grateful this evening for a most faithful hound. Lady Pigeon has been a loyal confidante and companion for nigh on twelve years. Often there is little else one could ask for than the friendship of one such as she. In the past near fortnight of years, she has laughed with me, cried with me, played with me, and even prayed with me. She has been a fine protectorate and an able retriever (though confidentially, she is not often keen on relinquishing that which she has retrieved). On her special day today, she dined on her favorite dish, and accompanied me on a lengthy walk about the grounds of the estate. I even delayed her bath until the morrow.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
June 26, 2012
Dearest Diary,
The Ashford Estate is certainly in a bit of disrepair, but it is cleaning up nicely. There is a covey of kitchen help that has come with the estate, but it looks as though I will be looking for a replacement for some of them. I mean no disrespect to the particular girl who washes the dishes except that she is rather odourous. And I haven't yet been able to inspect the ovens. There is a gentleman coming on Thursday in order to examine the flooring and determine what is to be done in that regard. Meanwhile, I have not decided whether Lady Pigeon shall be traveling with me to the estate until all matters are settled to my satisfaction. I had originally thought she shall remain at the Granada estate, however tomorrow is the day she turns twelve years of age, and I cannot fathom leaving her for many hours on such a day. Twelve years is a great many for a dog of her breed and I believe the old girl remains in pretty good health. If she remains at our present residence, she should certainly expect a bit of cake when I return. If you, dear Diary, are the sort who thinks ill of one feeding her canine a bit of cake, then I suspect you will not pass judgment on me in this case. Every girl needs a bit of cake from time to time. And I look forward to mine on the morrow...
The Ashford Estate is certainly in a bit of disrepair, but it is cleaning up nicely. There is a covey of kitchen help that has come with the estate, but it looks as though I will be looking for a replacement for some of them. I mean no disrespect to the particular girl who washes the dishes except that she is rather odourous. And I haven't yet been able to inspect the ovens. There is a gentleman coming on Thursday in order to examine the flooring and determine what is to be done in that regard. Meanwhile, I have not decided whether Lady Pigeon shall be traveling with me to the estate until all matters are settled to my satisfaction. I had originally thought she shall remain at the Granada estate, however tomorrow is the day she turns twelve years of age, and I cannot fathom leaving her for many hours on such a day. Twelve years is a great many for a dog of her breed and I believe the old girl remains in pretty good health. If she remains at our present residence, she should certainly expect a bit of cake when I return. If you, dear Diary, are the sort who thinks ill of one feeding her canine a bit of cake, then I suspect you will not pass judgment on me in this case. Every girl needs a bit of cake from time to time. And I look forward to mine on the morrow...
Monday, June 25, 2012
June 25, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I often wonder what it would be like to be entirely independent. Very few ladies are, you know. During our formative years we rely on our mother and father, and then most of us marry and depend on our husbands for a great many tasks. Perhaps that is not quite fair to assert today, but it is still often the case. There are a few of us, however who have not found the match we desire to settle down with. The one who should provide the house and the bread on which we live. And I suppose that in many ways we consider ourselves underpriviledged and oftentimes alone. There are certainly disadvantages to this somewhat unorthodox method, and yet today I find myself feeling somewhat proud of my detachment. There is no one I must turn to in order to have my phaeton repaired, or to reshoe my horse. I cannot send a husband to ascertain an introduction or remit an invitation, but I myself must tend to every intricate or mundane task that must be accomplished in an everyday household.
And even, might I add, speaking of households, today it is I alone who possess it. Yes, dear Diary, I have purchased an estate entirely my own. I walked straight into the house of mortgages and purchased the deed. And while it all sounds very simple and efficient, it is a matter that has taken a great deal of time and persistence. But there is no one but God Himself who has done it for me. I am, as you might say, an independent. Much like the Americans claim to be.
Please understand, dear Diary, that I do not boast in myself for being so--very often, that is. You know as well as I that I should very well like to have purchased the estate with a husband. But it is not often that one can boast in being a maiden, and so I vow it shall be only a single instance that I shall do so this evening. I shall recommence the task of filling the estate with a reasonable suitor on the morrow.
I often wonder what it would be like to be entirely independent. Very few ladies are, you know. During our formative years we rely on our mother and father, and then most of us marry and depend on our husbands for a great many tasks. Perhaps that is not quite fair to assert today, but it is still often the case. There are a few of us, however who have not found the match we desire to settle down with. The one who should provide the house and the bread on which we live. And I suppose that in many ways we consider ourselves underpriviledged and oftentimes alone. There are certainly disadvantages to this somewhat unorthodox method, and yet today I find myself feeling somewhat proud of my detachment. There is no one I must turn to in order to have my phaeton repaired, or to reshoe my horse. I cannot send a husband to ascertain an introduction or remit an invitation, but I myself must tend to every intricate or mundane task that must be accomplished in an everyday household.
And even, might I add, speaking of households, today it is I alone who possess it. Yes, dear Diary, I have purchased an estate entirely my own. I walked straight into the house of mortgages and purchased the deed. And while it all sounds very simple and efficient, it is a matter that has taken a great deal of time and persistence. But there is no one but God Himself who has done it for me. I am, as you might say, an independent. Much like the Americans claim to be.
Please understand, dear Diary, that I do not boast in myself for being so--very often, that is. You know as well as I that I should very well like to have purchased the estate with a husband. But it is not often that one can boast in being a maiden, and so I vow it shall be only a single instance that I shall do so this evening. I shall recommence the task of filling the estate with a reasonable suitor on the morrow.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
June 24, 2012
Dearest Diary,
The rain has deterred us from accomplishing much today. It seems the south of the country is a bit damp at present. The weekly services were quite nice, however and our tradition of feasting after such services was not put asunder. The remainder of the day was spent with a bit of needlework indoors. There was not the weather for much else.
A post did arrive late in the day that seemed to add to the dreariness of the weather. I have for some time been looking after a bit of property in the west of the shire that the current resident has been eager to bestow upon me. However, I have been given notice that the particular resident has now other designs for the estate. By tomorrow's end, I shall either own it outright, or not at all. I shall inform you of the outcome on the morrow.
The rain has deterred us from accomplishing much today. It seems the south of the country is a bit damp at present. The weekly services were quite nice, however and our tradition of feasting after such services was not put asunder. The remainder of the day was spent with a bit of needlework indoors. There was not the weather for much else.
A post did arrive late in the day that seemed to add to the dreariness of the weather. I have for some time been looking after a bit of property in the west of the shire that the current resident has been eager to bestow upon me. However, I have been given notice that the particular resident has now other designs for the estate. By tomorrow's end, I shall either own it outright, or not at all. I shall inform you of the outcome on the morrow.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
June 23, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I had hoped today might be a day of great accomplishment, but alas I spent the chief of the afternoon with the Arnold family from the northern part of the country. It is a family I have not seen since my youth and in fact the youngest of the group was quite to my liking as a child. He however chose a certain Miss Cooper as his particular favourite among our little community. I believe they are still quite attached to each other. Just after their departure, my sister arrived in order that we might take to some exercise about the grounds of the estate. You will be delighted to hear that we have been resolved to do so rather frequently, and there is a great deal of conversation one can attend to on such journeys. Much is decided and settled upon on such journeys as well. Today I have decided to teach some additional lectures at the university in the months to come. It will keep a lady such as I quite busy, but it will be to my advantage to do so. Fortunately, I will not begin said lectures tomorrow.
I had hoped today might be a day of great accomplishment, but alas I spent the chief of the afternoon with the Arnold family from the northern part of the country. It is a family I have not seen since my youth and in fact the youngest of the group was quite to my liking as a child. He however chose a certain Miss Cooper as his particular favourite among our little community. I believe they are still quite attached to each other. Just after their departure, my sister arrived in order that we might take to some exercise about the grounds of the estate. You will be delighted to hear that we have been resolved to do so rather frequently, and there is a great deal of conversation one can attend to on such journeys. Much is decided and settled upon on such journeys as well. Today I have decided to teach some additional lectures at the university in the months to come. It will keep a lady such as I quite busy, but it will be to my advantage to do so. Fortunately, I will not begin said lectures tomorrow.
Friday, June 22, 2012
June 22, 2012
Dearest Diary,
I regret to inform you that I cannot divulge what I had so desired to tell you yesterday. Now it seems there will be a few days more before I am able to advise you of such matters. But it has not darkened the rest of the day's events. I spent much of the day with my sister and mother as is typical of such summer days. There was of course a bit of rain, but neither did that dampen our spirits. We are soon to be in the company of some distant family from Scotland and that promises to be quite a time. I am not well acquainted with them, but I am told that the young maiden in the family seems to be a bit of an independent. I admire her spirit. I shall tell you more of our visit on the morrow...
Thursday, June 21, 2012
June 21, 2012
Dearest Diary,
It seems that summer is at last upon us, although the climate has done its level best to convince us that summer was already here. Either way it was quite warm between rainclouds this afternoon. We have been apart for some time, you and I. The school children have taken holiday for the summer months and I have been able to return to the matronly tasks of noodles and needlework. I enjoy such respites from time to time. ...
But it is true that I have not divulged to you the most exciting change since we last spoke. It truly weighs on my conscience that we have not spoken in such a time and I do hope to remedy such an absence. And in order to make ammends I cannot wait to share this particular piece with you. However, I have vowed to not make any announcements until all the details have been completed. Perhaps you can expect such an announcement on the morrow
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