April 14, 2010

Dearest Diary,

It is perhaps a peculiar evening to denounce the sorts of foods which are provided free of cost in most eateries tomorrow. But I have again decided that waiting for an urge is sometimes a preposterous idea. I am rarely compelled to move so vigourously around the gardens, nor am I interested in eating but a salad for a meal. But there are moments when such action is required whether I am particularly excited about it or not. Urges cannot be trusted to arrive when they are most needed.

So this evening, I took matters into my own hands. I dutifully increased the pace of my evening turn and declined the opportunity for dining out. It seems but one evening and only one occasion, but I am hopeful it might make repeating the occasion the tiniest bit easier.

I can certainly think of some pleasant company if he would consent to join me (though I would never ask) on the morrow...

April 13, 2010

Dearest Diary,

This afternoon, I was fortunate to share a spot of tea with Mr. Friendly. Although such occasions are not always encouraged, they are typically enjoyable ones. I cannot say that today was different.

Following the vigourous examination this morning, I had a battle of wills with the rain that continued throughout the remainder of the day. On my evening turn with Lady Pigeon, the rain, at last was victorious. I must now sit and dry before donning my nightclothes and closing my eyes.

I have already commenced begrudging tomorrow...

April 12, 2010

Dearest Diary,

It appears I owe a certain gentleman an apology. I was much too familiar in my address to him in yesterday's entry, and I shall very much like to make it up to him. Henceforth he shall be known as Col. Raven, for I am certain he has an affinity for the sorts of risks which might liken him to the bird's famous words. Nevertheless, I am pleased to know his birthday was a delightful one.

As for today, it has been a bit of a slower pace than what the children and I are accustomed to. There is much Happiness to be found in such a pace. It has allowed for the examination of the moon and stars as visible from our schoolhouse windows.

It occurs to me that such scenery is a delightful diversion and could be made even more delightful with the proper company. But now is not the evening for it. Perhaps tomorrow?...

April 11, 2010

Dearest Diary,

Another birthday makes an appearance today and I hope that the gentleman is celebrating with enthusiasm. Mr. Dodd and I are longtime friends and have celebrated together on many occasions. Would that I were with him today to celebrate. At any rate, Mr. Dodd, if you are reading, I wish you the best on your special day.

As for the remainder of the day, I did lunch with my sister as promised and Father proved to be most enlightening in our conversations. Upon my return to the estate, it became imperative that the wheel of my carriage be given its due examination, but it failed to perform well on such a test. The gentleman whom I had hoped might pound it back in to shape in fact refused to give it his attention, stating the law forbade him. Instead, I purchased a substance known to help in such matters and returned to Father's estate for his assistance. I am one single girl with a dreadful propensity for carriage ailments. And as Ms. Austen might remark, it is one very great argument in favour of matrimony. Nevertheless, my wheel has been nursed along for some time, and I shall hope to continue to do the same, in spite of the law.

A different sort of week, however, begins tomorrow...

April 10, 2010

Dearest Diary,

It has indeed been a long day. I remitted to you yesterday of my plans for travel today, and travel is what I did. The carriage ride to the southern county was quite long, but made shorter by the company of my mother. Reaching our destination we began, almost immediately, the packing we had come to assist with. By evening, we had fit everything into the three carriages we had available and were on our way home. Another lengthy carriage ride found me back at the Granada Estate after admittedly drifting off a time or two. It then became the task of unlaoding the carriages and making our summer guest feel at home. Perhaps I was a bit sleepy to accomplish such a task with any grace. For that I am most apologetic. I am greatly enthusiastic about such a guest.

And about lunching with her on the morrow...

April 9, 2010

Dearest Diary,

I am not one to refuse an opportunity to perform on the pianoforte or perhaps even the cornet on occasion. But it is not a request I receive frequently. Today has proved to be rather different, however. There was a time, perhaps you are aware, that I was able to use my musical proficiency as an occupation of sorts. I performed a parrishes and at high tea on a regular occasion. This was when I resided in the county Marion. But since my move to the south of the country, I have had little occasion to perform. Once at an Opera House in the village of Panama, and as a member of a chamber ensemble for the Sunday services. And there was that week where many gathered in the ville de Louis. Apart from these engagements, I have otherwise utilized my talents in the schoolhouses and universities.

This evening however, whilst dining with friends at an establishment known for its more southern faire, I was recommended to the ensemble as an accomplished cornetist. And although the style of music is not what I am accustomed to, I was almost immediately offered a position within the ensemble. And this on the heels of quite a different offer in the morning.

It seems there is much to consider this evening, but it must wait for now. A long day of travel awaits tomorrow...

April 8, 2010

Dearest Diary,

It is absolutely befuddling what one week might do to one's capacity for hard labour. I find I have been nothing but tired since Sunday morning. I am delighted that tomorrow brings the close of the week. I have had several offers of amusement for the weekend and I am yet uncertain which I shall engage in. I do so hope, however that at least a small amount of time might be allocated to rest for I am very much in need of it.

Would that my day had begun like that of the passengers aboard this extraordinary vessel, I might have more to write to you. As it is, there has been little to brighten the past couple of days, but I am certain that tomorrow shall be different. After all, the week's end ought to account for some glimmer of Happiness.

I shall look for it on the morrow...