Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 12, 1954

Very dark, low-hanging soggy sky, intermittent misty shivers. Oppressive.

Dreams in the night – one about Pal, whom I had met in some city bank. Scolded by a woman, he fled to me for protection – as I defended him to her, he pressed his head in my lap as I fondled him. Sunday Bertha suggested that if I wanted a dog badly, we should get one. I cannot make up my mind. Foolishly, I want Pal back.

Mont over with the youngsters. A lot of horse-play with them.

To bank.

P.M. – work all afternoon on last year’s “Butterflies gone to Sleep” cutting two inches off top (moving the moon down) and practically repainting the rest etc.

Evening – B & I to “Park” Theatre in Orchard Park to see “Barefoot Postman” (Robert Cummings as the confidence man, an unknown actor as the postman). Very good, fascinating in its information, Florida scenes.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, August 12, 1954