July 23, 2010

Dearest Diary,

Yesterday brought me out to the schoolhouse for a short while as I began to prepare for the coming year. I was not there long when I received word from the eldest Miss Lindsay that she was traveling nearby and had hoped to share a bowl of soup at a nearby eaterie. As determined as I was to return to the schoolhouse following such a meal, I was unfortunately again detained at a very different sort of establishment in order that there remained very little guilt for having gorged myself on soup. Instead I had decided upon a return to the schoolhouse this morning. The remainder of yesterday involved dinner at home, trying my skills as a cook.

At the first light of dawn I arose to follow through on my pilgrimage to the schoolhouse and instead received word again that the plans must change. I hurried to the side of a most beloved friend and made arrangements to dine on tomatoes with the remainder of the Lindsay family for the evening meal. I shall try again next week. But for now, I must contemplate the assembly of a chamber orchestra in the confines of my home. I shall go straight to work on the morrow...