March 31, 2010

Dearest Diary,

I have spoken to you before of the horse race I was to attend today and I did indeed attend. The truth is that I was even invited to ride the horse around the course as well. In order to partake in such an honor it was imperative that I be outfitted in the best of riding trousers and boots that were available and a gentleman by the name of Derrick was quite helpful in assisting me in the selection of such a wardrobe. I am not ashamed to say that there are worse gentlemen for the task. In fact it seems that spectators are always welcome for the sport and if Mr. Derrick promises to be in attendance, I am eager to return myself. Should you like to join me, do not hesitate to write.

For the remainder of the day, I journeyed south as promised to visit the eldest Miss Lindsay. We visited a sort of establishment which specializes in salves and polishes for hands and feet. Although I had been told of the great refreshment such a treatment would be, I must say I found the practice a trifle painful. The inn in which we dined however was adorned with another handsome gentleman who was generous with his smile.

We were slightly disappointed in the theatre engagement for the evening, but have high hopes for the morning. I shall revisit you on the morrow...

March 30, 2010

Dearest Diary,

As we near the end of the month, it was time once again for a small dinner party. Tonight's menu included steak and corn and a delicious confection donated by Miss Smith. Beyond such a meal, the day held little of interest to describe. Tomorrow's horse race promises to be eventful and will be followed by another visit to the coast. Many merchants seem to desire a visit from Sister and me. And there are the Easter services to look forward to. It would be delightful to obtain a new dress and bonnet for the occasion.

I shall return to you on the morrow...

March 29, 2010

Dearest Diary,

I am saddened to remit that I have done very little of recreation today. I rode my carriage in to see a Mr. Ford in order that he might provide new oils for some of the horses. It then became necessary to visit the schoolhouse in order to complete various other business. I of course gave my weekly lecture at the University and then retired to the estate for the duration of the evening. I did happen to cross paths with the elusive Mr. Voldemort momentarily, who I am told is doing well. We did not exchange many words today.

Wednesday I have been invited to ride with a horseman who steers his horse at rapid speeds. We shall be quite a spectacle, I believe. That, however is Wednesday. What of tomorrow?...

March 28, 2010

Dearest Diary,

After accompanying friends to the services this morning we were able to dine at a rather rustic inn before the rain set in heavily. It was the sort of rain that one does not wish to travel in, but I was nevertheless obliged to return to the county Polk before nightfall. The carriage ride home proved most uncomfortable. The evening was spent engaged in dinner with Mother and Father and the eldest Miss Lindsay, followed by a lengthy stroll with Lady Pigeon and a delightful confection given me by the youngest Mr. Lindsay.

I quite regret the enormity of drowsiness that has fallen upon me this evening as it is the sort of week when one does not require an early bedtime. There are, however a few items of importance that must be tended to on the morrow...

March 27, 2010

Dearest Diary,

I am writing to you this evening from the coastal regions. The sea was refreshing and filled with the breezes that are known to heal various ailments. There were also many merchants in business along the water. I found myself with a new adornment for my ankle, as improper as that may seem. It is the time of year for many visitors in this region and the sea did not disappoint. As for the remainder of the day, I spent some time tending to the garden and doing the wash. It was a grande beginning for such an extraordinary week ahead.

Tomorrow I return to the weekly services but in the company of friends. I am fortunate to assist in singing the hymns tomorrow...

March 26, 2010

Dearest Diary,

I must say that I am quite inconvenienced lately by my phaeton and ponies. The wheel seems to be wanting in shape. There is an establishment designed for Target practice that has also been known to carry miscellaneous items useful for repairing one's carriages. It became particularly useful today in restoring Happiness to my uncooperative wheel. I shall hope that the repair will hold for my journey west tomorrow. I declare that I find the business of maintaining one's carriages a very tiresome occupation. There are lubricants and wheels and sorts that simply escape my capacity for independence. I am fortunate that my father is often available to attend to such needs.

Did I happen to note that this evening began my holiday from the schoolhouse? I have such plans!

I'll tell you more tomorrow...

March 25, 2010

Dearest Diary,

Although I am obliged to return the schoolhouse on the morrow, I feel as though the holiday has begun already. There is much to anticipate in the days to come. Tomorrow evening is to be spent dining with friends and accompanied by a visit to the theatre. I have also been invited to the Disney estate before I should away to the coast. As for the remainder of the week, it has yet to be determined. I am certain however, that whatever adventure it might hold promises to be a welcome shift from the adventure I have endured recently.

I cannot contain my excitement. I shall revisit such a feeling tomorrow...