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.

January 19, 2011

Dearest Diary,

The American seems to be back in town for the annual foxhunt and I truly enjoyed his company tonight. He had with him some new acquaintances and I delighted more in them than I could have predicted. Mr. Tyler, especially, was good-natured and affable. He is an adequate student of the musical arts and an excellent addition to the evening as it was otherwise planned.

A favourite confidante who goes by the name of Crosby was also in attendance for dinner this evening and I delighted in his affinity for cricket. He seems to have a talent for it, but his passion I fear exceeds such talent. Nevertheless when delighting his company with an aria or favourite hymn, he cannot fail. And do you know that I learned something new about this particular gentleman? At present however, I cannot recollect what such a discovery was. I suppose I shall have to inform you on the matter on a later date. For now, I must retire until tomorrow...

January 18, 2011

Dearest Diary,

Were it not for the brisk walk about the lake this evening, I would be quite exhausted and not fully able to write to you at present. On the contrary, I am still very alert and anticipating another hour or so before I might retire. The weekly hymnsing returns in the morning and I've yet to finish preparations for the event. I am also in search of a favourite pillow that went missing last evening and left me with a less than satisfactory night's sleep. It must be recovered or I fear the schoolchildren will be the victims of the countenance an unrestful night gives one like myself.

Another item of note arrived this evening as I dined in the company of a friend. She received post that there is an unusual establishment that begs to open in less than a fortnight and we have been invited to attend. I am curious what sorts of guests might frequent such a place and needless to say I have great hope that the gentleman I seek might be among its lot. I cannot see the harm in attending in order to settle my curiosity. It has been said that it is most inspiring. I expect to find it as such.

But that is on a Saturday, not tomorrow...

January 17, 2011

Dearest Diary,

You might believe it was another day full of accomplishments. And might I add that my figure has decreased by a significant amount since I last measured a week ago. This is motivation of the greatest kind. Therefore, I continued proceeded with an unusually long walk about the estate with Lady Pigeon and on our journey we happened upon a peculiar breed of melon. I am not at all familiar with it, but it resembles a rather small watermelon, perhaps. I cannot be certain whether they grow wild or are indigenous to the peninsula. Or perhaps another solution is that we reside on a former melon patch that has been dormant for quite some time until now. Nevertheless, I am often tempted to peer inside such a thing and determine it's flavour.

And along the lines of flavour, I again cooked up an Italian dish this evening that is becoming a personal favourite if it is not already. If there is to be promise of my dearest friend's visit in the Spring, I shall indeed add it to the menu as I'm certain she will enjoy it, if not her darling little girls. Tomorrow, the lessons begin again at the schoolhouse, as well as a music lesson in the next county over. I shall then journey to the lake to meet a friend. We shall have much to discuss on the morrow...

January 16, 2011

Dearest Diary,

I am deeply proud of the accomplishments of the day and grateful for the friendships I have acquired over the past years. Just as I was completing some chores for the afternoon I received post from Father that they were to arrive shortly with phaeton and ponies to escort me to an early dinner. And as I quickly made plans to join them, I was notified again of the request of my eldest brother to accompany him to the Disney estate for an evening hunt. There were astonishingly few amphibious creatures at the estate this evening and in their absence we made it our game to find them. Mr. Disney tends to make a hobby out of naming such creatures and so the eldest Mr. Lindsay joined in the fun with one that we discovered at the close of the evening. The event was most puzzling, but exceedingly delightful.

I could not resist partaking in a private recital upon my return home and I must admit that I miss such moments so. At present however my fingers are in need of rest for they laboured intensively on the instrument and are thus not writing with the utmost penmanship. I do apologize if I have dropped a letter or two in my dreary state.

Regarding suitors, I have the good fortune to advise you of an intimate gathering in a little over a week where perchance there are a few to choose from. I have received no promise on the matter but I am truly hopeful and shall tell you more of such an event when it seems closer. Unfortunately, it will not be tomorrow...

January 15, 2011

Dearest Diary,

I cannot deny that I have had a most leisurely afternoon. Although I am ashamed to admit it, I did not rise in time for breakfast, but in fact slept all the way to lunch. It is a rare morning that I can take advantage of such freedom. The day seemed the better for it. This was however not without being awakened by Lady Pigeon in the wee hours of the morning when she heard a carriage pass by and declared it morning. Though right she may have been, it was not conceded by the sun quite yet and therefore, I insisted she go back to sleep. It took a bit of coaxing but I was eventually successful.

Meanwhile the rest of the day proved absolutely delightful, despite the fact that there were numerous chores to be completed. There was a letter or two that arrived at the estate which gave reason for distraction and of course the weekly services with the closest of friends. Whenever the services arrive earlier than usual, it has become our custom to share a meal afterwards and it was most delicious this evening without being too abundant. For this I am grateful.

I have vowed to make many changes and I feel it has been a most successful week on that account. I am truly Happy! I pray that such Happiness continues on the morrow...

January 14, 2011

Dearest Diary,

Despite my sour disposition as of late, I have had a truly magnificent afternoon. Amidst the Happiness that surrounded the day's activities, we were able to engage the schoolchildren in a courtly dance reel for the close of the lessons. They were quite eager for the extended holiday for the weekend as they will not return at the first of the week but rather enjoy another day at home. I, too, intend to enjoy the respite weekend.

No particular plans have been made, but if it is naught but rest, I shall be that" impressively Happy" that I had vowed to be yesterday. We shall investigate the matter more on the morrow...

January 13, 2011

Dearest Diary,

At the coaxing of a friend, I have determined to remain with you for the present. I am not altogether satisfied with the current situation as you may have deduced in my former letter to you. However, I am eager to uphold a bit of motivation for change. There are in fact, a great many things that have improved since the turn of the year and I should feel quite proud of that fact. But there are a great many other things which have me a little the worse for my temper. I deeply apologize if you have been the brunt of such distress, Diary.

Nevertheless, I once again belong to you and appreciate your ever listening ear. It is a great comfort in this time of winter. I am told that we are approaching that darkest of Mondays when the greatest percentage of persons finds himself in a bit of dispair over broken vows and promises he's made to himself. I should elect not to be one of those, but I fear it is imminent. No, no, I shall not have it.

Again I intend to be impressively Happy. I shall prove it on the morrow...

January 12, 2010

Dearest Diary,

Again I have been absent from you these past weeks. It has not been without sorrow, but I have recommenced considering the disolution of our partnership. It is perhaps clear that my concerted efforts might be brought to better success if applied elsewhere. I cannot be certain, but it is possible that our friendship has run its course.

What if I were to tell you that at long last, the subject of our choosing has been satisfied? That in the days and weeks leading up to and following that joyous Christmas holiday, a gift of a different nature has been left 'neath my tree. I cannot credit Father Christmas with the arrangement nor can I declare its existence. But I could remit that I have found the gentleman I have only imagined could exist. He has captured me within the bredth of an hour and has vowed to care for me for as long as we both shall live. You might protest with the notion that time has not allowed for sincerity in the matter and perhaps you might be right. But I should just as soon dismiss your protests with the assurance of my left hand. No matter the diminutive engagement, we are forever allied together. And I shall not trifle with you a moment more about it.

Were it all to be true, would you let me depart from your company? Would you wish me well and go forth in Happiness? Can you deny that we have confided chiefly of love, and at its discovery would have little left to say to one another?

And while the above is quite obviously a falsehood, could we bid farewell and assume it to be true? These are questions I am not prepared to answer for they have plagued me for a fortnight. I have very little to add to our conversation, but you have been such a friend even in silence. The commencement of a new year begs the question of what changes one ought to make and I wonder at whether this demise is welcome. I cannot decide. Perhaps I shall know on the morrow...

December 23, 2010

Dearest Diary,

It is a sincere pleasantry to have spent the evening pouring over my diary entries of last year. For instance, on this particular day, one year ago, I was struck by the insight contained within the pages of a book on music. This is not terribly unlike myself. I am frequently surprised by something I have read. I am currently in the fictional world of Beatrice Garner and enjoying her misadventure. Though perhaps that is a bit less inspiring than the profundity of music. What I particularly wish to warn you of, however is my desire to share with you my entry from the eve before the Christmas last.

You shall be privy to its contents once again, on the morrow...

December 18, 2010

Dearest Diary,

I have again arrived at the lake regions in the north of the country and have elected to accompany Mother and Sister back to the peninsula in a few days' time. A most beloved aunt, however is to join us within the hour and we are to visit the markets before attending the theatre this evening. Sister has once again returned to the stage in a most alarming role. She is magnificent. Her beloved companion, Mr. Sinatra, is becoming quite eager for some exercise as we wait.

I have retired from the schoolhouse for the advent season and there is much to anticipate in the weeks to come. Christmas is in only a week, and shortly following, I am to expect a visit from Colonel Raven. And in no time at all, I shall return to the lessons and the schoolchildren, as well as beginning yet another series of lectures at the University. As there is much to attend to, I shall close for the moment. Perhaps I shall return to you on the morrow...

December 9, 2010

Dearest Diary,

It is at present no secret that today's celebration was one to commemorate the birth of the family patriarch. There is in fact no greater wisdom than in those who esteem him as I do. And you might naturally assume that there was indeed cake. For one cannot celebrate without it. If there is such a celebration, I am sure I have never heard of it and it is only a matter of time before one might begin to plead for the addition of cake. It is a welcome confection!

Apart from such gaiety, I might also add that I was reminded of my lack of attachment in a passing statement, but it belittled me so. In a season such as this, it is certainly not my preference to account for myself alone. I should very much desire a companion, but I am afraid it is simply not to be this year. Perhaps in the few years to come, for I should not like to wait much longer.

It would be best, even if it were to be tomorrow...

December 6, 2010

Dearest Diary,

I am deeply sorry for my neglect to honour a most beloved friend yesterday on the day of his birth. Mr. Disney can surely forgive me, for that is the sort of gentleman that he is. Nevertheless, I apologize, Mr. Disney, and do hope that you shall invite me back to your estate very soon. I have need of its cheer and healing fragrances.

We continue to close in on the Christmas holidays and although I fancied myself more free this week, I cannot help but find need once again to write reminders to myself on parchment that cannot be misplaced this time. There is much to anticipate. However, I cannot deny that I spent the chief of the evening doing ever so much of nothing, so do not allow me to complain in the days to come when I attempt to persuade you that there is too little time to accomplish my tasks. Remind me, ever so gently, of the time I spent in waste this evening. (Though perhaps I might argue that the rest and relaxation obtained from such "wastefulness" were much more to my favour).

I am hopeful this evening as I count the lessons remaining, that in the course of escorting the eldest Miss Lindsay back to the south of the country in only a fortnight, that I might also enjoy the company of a most beloved aunt on such a journey. It appears there is the slightest bit of hope that she might afford a visit at Christmas.

And I have begun to write of the most extraordinary encounters this evening that I hope might some day be published for your entertainment. For now, however, I must return to you again on the morrow...

December 5, 2010

Dearest Diary,

I have returned after a very brief visit to the north of the country and am eager to return to the schoolhouse on the morrow and continue with the remaining lessons before the advent haiatus. There is much to be done again this coming week but it shall not be without much needed rest, which was severely lacking the week last. I am revived having had a moment's leisure with my sister and the always delightful Monsieur Buble. He did indeed satisfy us with a single advent hymn for the occasion and we were more than grateful for the recital.

Perhaps there will be yet more Happiness on the morrow...

December 2, 2010

Dearest Diary,

My absence has not been unwarranted this week, I promise you. It began with the departure of the eldest Miss Lindsay and continued with music lessons, recitals, rehearsals, and an Advent celebration. All of which, I deem a particular success and it is not without some bit of disappointment that such events are now passed. However, tomorrow, I am to away to the lake regions in the north of the country for a visit with sister and to attend yet another recital given by the foreign dignitary I spoke of many months ago. Monsieur Buble will be donning his best attire and entertaining with some caroles of the olde. I am beginning to highly anticipate Father Christmas' return. Such anticipation has been difficult to acquire with the enormity of obligations as of late, but I am finding myself now quite eager.

I cannot promise I shall return to you in the coming days, but quite soon I hope. Do assume, however, that you'll be nearest my heart on the morrow...

November 25, 2010

Dearest Diary,

I wrote to you yesterday of a fantastical feast to take place this afternoon, and I cannot think of a more appropriate term for the celebration. I am most grateful for the many friends I have garnered over the years and for a family like no other. I am oft convinced there is none their equal in many respects. I had the good fortune of sharing the celebration with such family and friends this afternoon and it was a splendid way to begin the advent season. Mother gifted us each with a painting of the home of our youth as it was seen in the winter months and it is a beautiful scene with which to decorate. I have grown certain now that there is not a bit of waking energy in my countenance nor any room for a late-night cup of tea. I shall instead away quickly to bed that the holiday might continue on the morrow...

November 24, 2010

Dearest Diary,

Today has been quite a full one for certain. It began with Lady Pigeon remaining quite indignant upon waking the in the early morning hours and therefore we proceeded with a walk about the grounds. Then began the preparation in the kitchen for the most fantastical feast to take place on the morrow. There were noodles to roll out and cakes to prepare, and amid such clamour, the Lady and I were interrupted by a snake who made himself a home neath the benches on the lawn. A gentleman passer-by heeded our cries for help and coaxed the wretched serpent away, though admittedly not without some fear and hesitation on his own part. Nevertheless, I am deeply grateful for our rescuer.

Upon his departure, quite another stranger happened our way and this one happened to be much more handsome and much more the sort I should like to be surprised by more frequently. He stayed mainly near the lakes and paused only momentarily to glance our direction and wave. However untoward that might seem, as we've ne'er been introduced, I enjoyed the generosity of his smile and the friendliness of the gesture. (And perhaps even more so, the firmness of figure he possessed, but that is between you and me, dear Diary).

Mother and Sister joined me for tea shortly thereafter and it was then that the eldest Miss Lindsay and I paid a visit to the Disney estate with a somewhat smaller traveler from the north of the country. He seemed to enjoy the luxury of the gardens as it was his first visit to such an extravagant estate. He did well to mark the occasion that he might return from whence he came with some very great memories.

The evening called for a reading of a well-known fairy tale and it was quite a pleasant one. And now it is time to retire, for there is much to anticipate on the morrow...

November 23, 2010

Dearest Diary,

One could not ask for a finer day than the one coming at last to a close. I greatly enjoy the company of the schoolchildrend and that of their mothers and fathers as well, on occasions such as today's. Little can be said of any disappointment today for it was filled with overall Happiness.

Following the lessons this afternoon, I journeyed south in my phaeton to the home of the young musician who takes a music lesson from time to time. As dinner approached I returned to the Tower View estate for some conversation over pie. And at last, there was time for a brisk walk around the lakes at the Disney estate with Sister. I am more than contented at her presence this week.

We shall be heading to town to visit the markets on the morrow...

November 22, 2010

Dearest Diary,

I am most elated to inform you that the eldest Miss Lindsay has returned safely to the south of the country and is lodging at the Tower View estate this evening. Would that I could provide for her comfort here, but it is unfortunate that I shall be at the schoolhouse for the duration of the tomorrow. Perhaps in the days to come she might elect to spend an evening or two at the Granada estate.

Today was a particularly pleasant afternoon prior to her arrival as well, for the schoolchildren amused me as always and one can never underestimate the company of a good friend. With a recital on the pianoforte and an hour or two in the kitchen I must remit that I could not boast of any more Happiness.

There seems to be much more to celebrate on the morrow for there is to be a feast of outrageous proportions. I do not hesitate to solicit your presence for such an affair, for you are all invited. Shall I see you on the morrow?...

November 21, 2010

Dearest Diary,

This Lord's Day found me feeling quite rested and prepared to accomplish those deeds that pressed upon me. A small dinner party was in order and Lady Pigeon and I disposed of the meal quite successfully. Prior to such dining we spent the chief of the afternoon at the Granada Estate, tending to the sorts of chores that are left undone during the oft-busy week. I resumed my daily recreation about the grounds and visited a bit with Mr. Crosby, and it is now the hour at which I ought to retire.

I must confess, however, that I feel little of fatigue at present and wish to carry on in the manner I have been accustomed these last few hours. Nevertheless, it is this side of tomorrow, that I shall be reuniting with a most beloved sister after some months in her absence. I have promised to be well-rested for the occasion. Shall I return to you on the morrow?...