Avatar: Pekel Panacek
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Country: BE
VW: Second Life
Location:
Country: BE
Dear diary
Aquitaine 13th of April 1768
Dear Diary,
its incredible to believe what strange events happened to me lately. For some wonderful reason, which i even don't dare to confident you, i think i finally found happiness in our beloved Duchy...
Since a few days i feel the urge to settle down, to end my days of wandering. Like i came to the end of my journey, and began to start another one, one i never ever dreamed that would happen. Like i am stepping into the great unknown... And... yes dear diary, this may seems strange, but i am HAPPY to take this step forward...
Well, lets stick to the bare facts, after all, i still am a scientist.
I exchanged my beloved haystack for a real home. Yes dear diary, don't be surprised, i rented a cottage at Touraine, at the lovely Loire Valley. It is a simple building, but i fell in love with it some time ago, when i came along on one of my long walks through the lovely Duchy. It was a farmer who rented it before me i guess. What has happened to him and his family? Have they emigrated to the New Colonies oversea? Did they die from the plague? Even the Duke himself could not solve this mystery. The former renters left without leaving a note. But they left their animals, so it looks like they fled in a hurry. When i first came in, a family of pigs had taken the cottage for their home. The cows where grazing at the backyard, and the once so beautiful garden had turned into a wilderness. It took me some days to clean it all up. Then i started to move in. I got some nice furniture from a merchant who imports them from the far city of Nantes. I still haven't unpacked all my crates though, so the house looks a bit of a mess... But for the first time in many years, i feel at home. Its nice to sleep in a real bed again, not with your head in the hay like i used to do for years. A soldier like myself doesn't needs much comfort, but my joints are hurting more and more each morning, so it looks that the years are finally catching in on me.
I soon hope to open my private practice there. Seeing patients at the monthly fair is ok, but i definitely need more income. I wonder if the town of Aquitaine has a smithy who can make me a sign to hang outside. The bare truth is, i have no money to rent a cabinet at the Academy i'm afraid. After all i am but only a simple Barber - Surgeon, with a lot of battlefront experience yes, but i am not an academic like dear colleague Adamski...
Last days, when i wake up in the morning, i hear the sounds of the forest behind my new home. The birds whistling their songs to celebrate the new spring. The flowers who are awakening after a long and hard winter. The trees who are blossoming. Long my soul hasn't seen such things of beauty. I am afraid I have seen too many men die in battle, i have seen too many foul wounds who would not heal. I still dream of captain Evans, who was like a brother to me, dying in my very arms. I remember his laughter, the beers we drank together at the taverns behind the battlefront, the girls we were chasing together (but never had any luck....). I remember his strength in command, leading us all into battle... one time to many.... Dear John, dear brother, i will never forget you.
But... all this seems like a far away and distant nightmare to me now. Its strange to find your pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It feels... I have no words to describe this... like a warm and fuzzy feeling inside me... Some feeling i have never experienced before... and never will ever after...
Dear diary? I think i am in love...
P.
Dear Diary,
its incredible to believe what strange events happened to me lately. For some wonderful reason, which i even don't dare to confident you, i think i finally found happiness in our beloved Duchy...
Since a few days i feel the urge to settle down, to end my days of wandering. Like i came to the end of my journey, and began to start another one, one i never ever dreamed that would happen. Like i am stepping into the great unknown... And... yes dear diary, this may seems strange, but i am HAPPY to take this step forward...
Well, lets stick to the bare facts, after all, i still am a scientist.
I exchanged my beloved haystack for a real home. Yes dear diary, don't be surprised, i rented a cottage at Touraine, at the lovely Loire Valley. It is a simple building, but i fell in love with it some time ago, when i came along on one of my long walks through the lovely Duchy. It was a farmer who rented it before me i guess. What has happened to him and his family? Have they emigrated to the New Colonies oversea? Did they die from the plague? Even the Duke himself could not solve this mystery. The former renters left without leaving a note. But they left their animals, so it looks like they fled in a hurry. When i first came in, a family of pigs had taken the cottage for their home. The cows where grazing at the backyard, and the once so beautiful garden had turned into a wilderness. It took me some days to clean it all up. Then i started to move in. I got some nice furniture from a merchant who imports them from the far city of Nantes. I still haven't unpacked all my crates though, so the house looks a bit of a mess... But for the first time in many years, i feel at home. Its nice to sleep in a real bed again, not with your head in the hay like i used to do for years. A soldier like myself doesn't needs much comfort, but my joints are hurting more and more each morning, so it looks that the years are finally catching in on me.
I soon hope to open my private practice there. Seeing patients at the monthly fair is ok, but i definitely need more income. I wonder if the town of Aquitaine has a smithy who can make me a sign to hang outside. The bare truth is, i have no money to rent a cabinet at the Academy i'm afraid. After all i am but only a simple Barber - Surgeon, with a lot of battlefront experience yes, but i am not an academic like dear colleague Adamski...
Last days, when i wake up in the morning, i hear the sounds of the forest behind my new home. The birds whistling their songs to celebrate the new spring. The flowers who are awakening after a long and hard winter. The trees who are blossoming. Long my soul hasn't seen such things of beauty. I am afraid I have seen too many men die in battle, i have seen too many foul wounds who would not heal. I still dream of captain Evans, who was like a brother to me, dying in my very arms. I remember his laughter, the beers we drank together at the taverns behind the battlefront, the girls we were chasing together (but never had any luck....). I remember his strength in command, leading us all into battle... one time to many.... Dear John, dear brother, i will never forget you.
But... all this seems like a far away and distant nightmare to me now. Its strange to find your pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It feels... I have no words to describe this... like a warm and fuzzy feeling inside me... Some feeling i have never experienced before... and never will ever after...
Dear diary? I think i am in love...
P.
Dear Doctor Pekel,It is with great interest I have just read your latest diary entry. T'was easy to do, as it appears Miss Lorekeet's advice to close the door behind you upon departure was not heeded. I daresay the pigs were in their glory again and I am thusly hoping It should be fine for me to use this chewed-up piece of scroll for my message to you ~Firstly, I am so very glad that you have found a place where you truly feel at home. When that happens, it is simultaneously a gift and a blessing. You very much deserve to enjoy the unfolding of Spring in all its glory, with an eye to the wonders of the seasons that will follow in the beautiful Duche de Coeur.Secondly, and I cannot stress this enough ... please, I beg of you, do NOTclean up anymore of your property until I have had a chance to come by again, with your kind permission, and scrutinize the area further myself. I prefer to not do it alone, as I fear what I may come across.You mention it appears the farming family who had the property before you seem to have left in quite a hurry, possibly for the new colonies overseas. Having left behind their beloved livestock is a sign to me that this departure was indeed forced upon them.As you may recall, I have come to this area from the New World, seeking lost, ill, or injured relatives and friends - or at the worst, remains of same - of those who managed to hide and escape the horrors of Le Grand Derangement of 1755.As I see these words coming to life on this bit of paper, I feel my heart begin to beat erratically, and I anticipate that with all the anxious expectation taking root in me, it is doubtful I can wait until the next Faire to consult medically with you. With Lord Myron away (again), I cannot avail myself of his assistance in either matter, therefore I will trust I will hear from you at godspeed.Respectfully,Lady Candace d'AcadieP.S. "warm and fuzzy feeling" = potentially dangerous ~ albeit deliciously so ~ with no knownantidote.