July 28, 2010

Dearest Diary,

Yesterday, I returned home again from our visit to the coast and slept quite well in Mother and Father's estate. Prior to the journey, however, I happened upon a gentleman who was deeply engrossed in the sport of fishing as he was standing waist deep in the water while casting his rod. As I approached the docks, I wondered if the gentleman might elect to engage in conversation as we were clearly the only two beings in a rather large open beach. He did not. In fact, I am uncertain whether he even noticed I had come or that I stood for quite some time admiring the fish and the waters. Still not a single word was spoken. After some time had passed, I took my leave and returned to the carriage. He was not worth the idle silence.

Today as I ventured out in the company of a friend, we were to conduct ourselves in sport but instead found ourselves dining on pie and in garrulous conversation. So much so that I was nearly absent for the week's opera production. In fact, because I had stayed so long in my friend's company, I was forced to change from the less formal attire one dons for sport into something more appropriate for an opera, in the safe, yet somewhat less modest dressing facility as my phaeton. Imagine guiding four hourses whilst simultaneously tying a corset. It might be seen as a sort of rite of passage in a young lady's life, perhaps? I am just curious enough to know how many have tried such a feat? And how many were successful? I am convinced there were a few carriages who may have discovered my daring attempt, but I was most discreet in the ordeal, I assure you. I only incurred a few curious glances.

And although I had promised a few times last week, I am determined that I shall not be detained from my pilgrimage to the schoolhouse on the morrow...

July 21, 2010

Dearest Diary,

Having not had the good fortune of speaking with you yesterday, I find there is much to report and yet also very little. It weighs much heavier than anticipated to have not conversed, and yet I am certain it was the proper thing to do. Nevertheless, there was much to remit. The lectures were received quite well, albeit slightly shorter than anticipated. So for the remainder of my visit to the coast, I walked beside the waters and observed the wildlife that is well-stocked within its borders. Many of the fish were prone to leaping about and I could not help but fathom a story surrounding the confidence of a particular dolphin who made its way past the docks. I suspect it was on a long journey home. Privy to such information, I am not, though I found it delightful to concoct.

I did arrive back at the Tower View estate in the early waking hours of the morning and instead went straight to bed. Needless to say it was well past noon when I, myself, awoke. I then spent the following hours engaged in the rigourous activity which has been such a friend to me this past month. I might attest to my figure being nearly six centimeters smaller around from when I began such exercise. I am exceedingly delighted.

The evening hours led me to the opera as there happened to be a local production of Pucinni's Turandot. I must say it is a rather odd sort of tale, but I am endlessly entranced by the artistry of the scenery and melody. Pucinni is a personal favourite.

I am eager to return to you Friday but fear I must be away on the morrow...

June 24, 2010

Dearest Diary,

The eldest Miss Lindsay and I began the morning in attendance at the opera. There was not a large crowd for such a performance, but I delighted in the unique telling of Shakespeare's beloved Romeo & Juliet. I do enjoy such a diversion.

After a short music lesson in the next county, the remainder of the day was spent at the Disney estate. I am grateful to Mr. Disney for his vast walking paths and scenery. Today's visit included a bit of good-natured rivalry with Mother. I am eager to note that I was victorious.

Although I think fondly on the day's events, I am assured there is much excitement at the Delancey estate near twilight on the morrow...