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A very happiest of birthdays to my dear husband, Augustus! He's already made himself silly on the caramel cake, but what he doesn't know is that I made two so that he can wake up with another tomorrow! And Tasmin was so helpful in the kitchen! She's going to be an excellent cook, just like her mummy. And even if she's not, house elves will certainly help her fill in the blanks, darling things.
My dear sister-in-law Dahlia already celebrated earlier this month, but do wish her a happy one as well! I'm afraid I was neglectful and didn't write about her birthday because I was still feeling poorly about Ev I was so busy with preparations for Easter, but we had simply a lovely family dinner with Imogen and Cyril.
I'm afraid I've adopted a mindset of optimism. It's horridly simple of me, but I cannot live my life a bundle of neuroses. So in the midst of all these wretched vampire attacks, I'm going to keep safe, careful, and certain that my darling Gus will protect me and the rest of the family, and that we're going to make it through this. It's just awful to think otherwise! So please don't write to me of such things. Of course I don't mind what people write in their private journals - it's your journal, and I am quite capable of averting my eyes, but I would most appreciate it if you could keep discussions of the war to a minimum within my own journal, please? Thank you in advance!
Edited after this: Happy birthday to Cyril too! Blast.
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[18 Mar 2010|10:24pm] |
Evan was--
He was such a good, kind, loving boy. And he was a boy.
I think this must wait until
until morning.
( Warded to Gus )
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[09 Feb 2010|09:08pm] |
Such disturbing thoughts and declarations in the journals, lately. I do believe I was correct in not buying Tasmin one of her very own. There are simply too many frightening things to read that are inappropriate for young eyes.
( Warded to Gus )
( Warded Private )
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[24 Jan 2010|06:53pm] |
I simply can't wait for spring! I've already begun baking cookies for Valentines Day.
( Warded to Gus )
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[18 Jan 2010|09:07pm] |
Perhaps it's selfish, but I'm taking what happiness comes my way with open arms. My beautiful niece is a joy to behold; Daphne's such a happy child! I really don't know how Bea's managed it. My two were darling as well, of course, but hardly so good-natured right off the bat. Daphne just smiles and smiles! She's truly a treasure.
I must admit to be more than a little taken aback by the flippancy with which some people regard life and death. I understand that fighting five-year-olds and complaining about violence is intended to be funny, but speaking as someone whose dear friends and relatives have lost multiple loved ones in the past two months, I find it in exceedingly questionable taste. I suppose I might feel differently if I were in such a high-stress profession! I imagine it's important to lose a little of one's humanity if it assists in keeping one's sanity. I don't pretend to know or understand anything of that! It's just my opinion.
Oh, there's Gus! We're about to have an argument about alpacas.
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[23 Nov 2009|11:13pm] |
I've decided to dump all the clothing in my closet and just wear black, black, black, until the end of time!
And lest you think I'm being dramatic - well, I very much am! I read in one of those silly time-wasting magazines that one should have some sort of signature colour in their personal style, and after going through my wardrobe, I've discovered that every colour but black makes me look like a cow. In the effort of staying as much like a non-bovine creature for my darling Gus as I can... black it is!
This is mostly in jest, of course; I go through phases where I just want to toss everything away! Bea-Bea and Gus can testify. But isn't black so very fetching and chic no matter the season? I think so!
...though I really do like white, as well. Hmm.
( Portia )
( Bea )
( Gus )
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[08 Nov 2009|09:52pm] |
I need to make up my mind before it is too late to do anything remotely proper. Silver or gold for this year's Christmas? I decorated with gold last year, and indeed I do think it's so very warm a colour, especially with our best plates (painted with a gold rim), but I've got lovely silver that I've not had an occasion to properly display. What colour do you find more appropriate to the Christmas season? Gold or silver, and any reasons why?
I've no idea when I'll have time to get my identification card. They really didn't give us much warning, did they? I've no idea why they don't just owl them to us, but I suppose we've got to be present to sign and what-not. I've not got a problem with bloodlines being used as identification; it's just another way to mark people apart, and it's all public record anyway if one wants to look it up.
Certainly, some people find bloodlines more important than others, but there will always be sects who do so. The government is hardly in the position of actually enforcing any harmful policies, what with the vocal support in favour of equal rights for all bloodlines. I understand why some are nervous, and I realise that I'm coming at this from the point of view of being a Pureblood, but I really don't imagine that it'll be anything to worry about. I'm more worried about having to write down my weight, to be honest, if you won't think ill of me for writing as much.
( Warded to Gus )
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[23 Oct 2009|07:45pm] |
The Virgin Islands. What does anyone know about them? I'm trying to plot a vacation for next year but I keep going back to the Virgin Islands. I sent off for information on them and the pictures are just lovely, but Tasmin is still going through her "I hate the ocean!" phase and it's driving us mad. I miss diving! I've considered just holding her under the bathtub water for a spell but apparently that's bad Mummy form.
Gus! Pot roast or pork for dinner? I'm doing up the week's shopping list for Duffy to fetch now and these decisions must be made, or else you're getting cereal again. I do so hate neglecting my duties, but it will be entirely your fault for shrugging those manly shoulders of yours and going "eh, whatever's good, Dee". You know how I am with decisions! I don't make them!
Men!
And I'd hope that it goes without saying that the death of the Hale daughter is a tragedy. I only pray that the little mite didn't suffer for long; I can't imagine how taxing it must have been on her, her family, and the brave healers that tended to her in her final days. Thank you so much for all that you do, St. Mungos staff, and the DMLE men and women who are investigating her attack and murder.
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