Two below this morning. Everything white with frost. Tops of trees, sunlit, against the clear light blue sky...
In the evening, I went out on the porch to get a breath of fresh air. The brisk cold wind had cleared the starry sky, in which a cold, quarter-moon hung; to the south was a bank of white, icy-looking clouds; a little ways off, some tall dark poplars were bending to the howling wind, and the pools of water reflected the moon light in their ripples.
Visit to U.S. Navy yard (battleship North Carolina being built) old warehouses which had attracted Jameson’s to their home on Montague St. One of the old homes wedged in between two newer buildings.
Evening – Dinner at Lyle’s –
[The next paragraph, extending over two pages, is outlined with a note in the margin: Note on Juliana Force]
Mrs. Force there for cocktails (Frank says she is like a cocktail—and it is a very apt comparison, for she is stimulating and exciting. But back of it [there] is a more solid foundation to her charm. Her ideas & outlook are real; and she has the incredible ability to say exactly what she thinks. She has many enemies, but as many firm friends.
I come to Nature to create a fantastic expression of my own soul, but to faithfully portray the soul of nature. My soul is the means, not the end.
A dream – of our moving into a flat in a poor neighborhood in Buffalo, which was on a third floor of an old ramshackle house -
There is always a sense of relief, mingled with regret, when the Christmas season is definitely over...
I didn’t get up until eleven o’clock today and was still sleepy. Joe and I went over to Bill’s this afternoon Bill went over and got Jim and we had a lot of fun playing Pedro and five hundred.
I got up a little after nine – Bertha had been awake since five – and after breakfast she went upstairs to take a bath. I took this “opportunity” to clear off the porches...