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2006-01-22 - 7:29 a.m.
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Alas, tis been but a week and a half since my beloved husband hath departed these shores for his
sojourn back to the Holy Land, leaving me with our child. And now the
inevitable loneliness hath set in as I be here by myself. Add to that the
anxiety of raising a child by one's self. But we hath been blessed above
and beyond and be grateful for the bounty the good Lord hath bestowed upon us
with a healthy and happy little boy of good countenance. Immersing mine
self in work and projects hath been my remedy for my solitude as it hath been
from the beginning. And as the young boy groweth, he becometh more and
more an individual and little person with whom I wish to spend my time and can
communicate. No man of sage advice ever professed that raising a child
were easy, but it bringeth some of life's greatest joys. 'Tis my sincerest
desire that my dear husband couldst be here with us to share in these joys.
Preparations for the fall progress
shouldst be getting underway shortly as I await Master Cromwell's communiqu� to
me that my services be required. Ideas a plenty do I have rolling about in
my head, many of which I shouldst desire to see come to fruition. However,
with the King in his increasing loss of sensibility, I do have my doubts as to
the implementation of many of my divine plans. Master Cromwell no doubt
wouldst find credence with many of them, but alas, we are nay here to do his
bidding, but only that of the sovereign who hath a vision of the end result to
fill his coffers in overabundance, and nay to provide a progress and festival
worthy of those who wouldst part with their pennies to attend such. Yea,
there hath been rumblings and grievances expressed by many that the progress be
nay what it were in years past, and the spirit in which it were presented hath
departed the soul of the event. I be in agreement one hundred percent, and
it grieveth me that such hath come to pass. May the Lord forgive my
thoughts as I express them here that many of us do eagerly await the earthly
departure of His Majesty and his increasing insanity, to make way for those who
wouldst be of sound mind and sensibility who, for the love of the progress and
the good spirit and cheer it once instilled in those who participated, wouldst
again lead us back to the days when peasant, pauper and noble souls alike
couldst gather in good company, for the love of the faire.
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