A.M. Record (Overture to Samson by Handel) in the mail. A grand powerful expression. Noon. The distressing news from Gramophone shop that the Siberian records cannot now be imported...
A dead, hot day...There was something grand and invigorating in the down-pouring of the sun’s heat...
We are invited to spend a vacation on the North Shore of Jamaica in August all expenses paid – the only stipulation being I paint at least one picture for Life to reproduce.
Cold – killing frost in many places. Dr. Wehling called at 9:20 – I went out to get him at the Statler at 10:00.
A sea-going ship, of the same type as before, was unloading sacks at the Evans elevator—My talkative companion told me it was from Norway—At 7:00, the Detroit boat went out—and a little later, the malt boat went out of the slip into the harbor, turned around and came back in again, so as to unload the other end.
Last Wednesday evening—too family to movie, while I went to Harbor—A soft warm freshness—talking to the old man who lives I the houseboat—
The bigness of nature almost overwhelmed while I was out at Rocky River. Life seemed short for the stupendous work I am to accomplish —
A beautiful clear morning - the sky cloudless – warm – the quietness – a far away train whistle. Started preliminary work on re-mounting the “Lilacs #2"...
To room to keep engagement – It is postponed & Dan & I rush back to Lakeview Cemetery & ascend to Garfield monument to watch the afterglow – we decided the world was ours...
Morning – at very first light very faint chirping calls of birds (swallows?) Later robins and a red-bird.