Dearest Diary,
It has been a most successful two days. Both were spent at the schoolhouse in eager anticipation of the coming lessons, however the evening hours held more intrigue. Last evening as I took leave of the schoolhouse, I accompanied a friend to a favourite eatery and was instantly engaged in conversation with the gentleman who prepared the delectable desserts. He was quite generous with his smile and only turned his attention away with another patron required his assistance. After aiding the others he would once again don the smile I had grown quite fond of. Unfortunately, little became of the fascinating encounter, however I promise to return quite soon.
As for this evening, I attended a Dinner which counted among its party a few attendees considered to be of high talent, though ridiculous in nature. I was pleasantly surprised by the company. Some awkward moments ensued but in all it was a delightful Dinner. The event was followed by a brisk walk beside the marina with the eldest Miss Lindsay. As we strolled and talked, we were seemingly adored by many gentlemen who passed by. Would that one of us had a poor sense of fashion or elegance, I might understand the number of smiles we received. Instead however, we found that the simple gesture on our part incurred a most alarming response. A certain Mr. Carter insists that a lady's smile is a most bewitching power. I took it upon myself to include the bat of a single eye.
At such a discovery, be it ever so small, I am eager to engage in a most anticipated tradition (I've spoken of it many times before) on the morrow...
Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
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...
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...
Monday, July 26, 2010
July 26, 2010
Dearest Diary,
Once again, I find myself along the coast and considering the sorts of essays I shall review on the morrow on the shore. Nevertheless, I am reflecting on the days previous and eager to share with you. I spent the chief of Sunday engaged in a particular hunt. But to no avail. The sort of pie that I sought was not to be found in any inn in the county. I was most disappointed until I arrived at the University today and located more than ten of them. I purchased the ten. The sheer delight I experienced in devouring one has been unequaled in many months and remains still. If you should happen upon the estate, it is possible I could have one to share. However do not count on it if you do not make haste. I am truly fond of the pastry.
There remain only three lectures in the summer. The next is tomorrow...
Saturday, July 24, 2010
July 24, 2010
Dearest Diary,
It was sheer delight to rest well past morning today. The moment I awoke I was certain my constitution had improved over yesterday. Sister had received news of a most excellent nature and there was little cause for distress. Shortly thereafter, I took my pedal horse for a quick jaunt and then took a dip in the lakes behind the estate. I kept my vow for preparing a new recipe this evening and I have yet to find disappointment in such an endeavour. Tonight's courses were as satisfying as ever. It was then decided that church might arrive a bit sooner for the week, so we hastened to the phaeton and journeyed briskly to the parrish. I was quite taken by the message this evening and found much to employ in the coming weeks. I find such discussions of courting and marriage to be most engaging, if you'd pardon my use of the word. I am certain that such Biblical principals are oft discarded when one considers such betrothals. I am delighted the sermon addressed such principals at present. It was refreshing to hear. Having attended the services this evening, I shall not do so on the morrow...
It was sheer delight to rest well past morning today. The moment I awoke I was certain my constitution had improved over yesterday. Sister had received news of a most excellent nature and there was little cause for distress. Shortly thereafter, I took my pedal horse for a quick jaunt and then took a dip in the lakes behind the estate. I kept my vow for preparing a new recipe this evening and I have yet to find disappointment in such an endeavour. Tonight's courses were as satisfying as ever. It was then decided that church might arrive a bit sooner for the week, so we hastened to the phaeton and journeyed briskly to the parrish. I was quite taken by the message this evening and found much to employ in the coming weeks. I find such discussions of courting and marriage to be most engaging, if you'd pardon my use of the word. I am certain that such Biblical principals are oft discarded when one considers such betrothals. I am delighted the sermon addressed such principals at present. It was refreshing to hear. Having attended the services this evening, I shall not do so on the morrow...
Friday, July 23, 2010
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...
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...
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
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...
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...
Monday, July 19, 2010
July 19, 2010
Dearest Diary,
What a day of extensive travel and lectures at the University. I can hardly keep my eyelids open, yet I desired so much to speak to you this evening. I have delighted for many years on the sorts of wildlife that reside in this bit of the country and today I experienced quite another sort. I had heard rumour that bears were native to the peninsula, but have never actually spotted one with my own eyes. Today, however on the long journey north, Father and I came across one just off the path where our carriage rode. He did not seem alarmed or troubled by the proximity of such travelers, but it was not long after we passed by that he turned back to the cluster of trees from whence he had first emerged.
Experiences like this one do remind me of how beautiful many of God's creatures indeed are. I do not exclude myself in such boasting. I feel rather beautiful myself today, although a little the worse for the fatigue. Does it offend you for me to admit such a thing? I shall behave with more modesty, perhaps on Wednesday. (But not, as you recall, on the morrow...)
What a day of extensive travel and lectures at the University. I can hardly keep my eyelids open, yet I desired so much to speak to you this evening. I have delighted for many years on the sorts of wildlife that reside in this bit of the country and today I experienced quite another sort. I had heard rumour that bears were native to the peninsula, but have never actually spotted one with my own eyes. Today, however on the long journey north, Father and I came across one just off the path where our carriage rode. He did not seem alarmed or troubled by the proximity of such travelers, but it was not long after we passed by that he turned back to the cluster of trees from whence he had first emerged.
Experiences like this one do remind me of how beautiful many of God's creatures indeed are. I do not exclude myself in such boasting. I feel rather beautiful myself today, although a little the worse for the fatigue. Does it offend you for me to admit such a thing? I shall behave with more modesty, perhaps on Wednesday. (But not, as you recall, on the morrow...)
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