Wed. Mar. 16, 1932
      Day starts cold and clear and crisp – but soon mellows into a drowsy thaw-day with soft dappled skies and dimmed sunlight.  Snow becomes old dirty and porous.
      Finish the 1921 painting.
      Lein in in afternoon to fix up radio wire that the storm blew down.  He shortens the receiving length by 50 feet.
     This evening a soft wet snow is falling.
     Tues. Mar. 22, 1932–
     A snow from the east yesterday afternoon that turned to rain at night and formed ice on everything.  There is a dark mystery about an eastern snow and ice-storm – a dense milky blue haze – the sky hangs low, and the horizon is lit up with a brilliant white electric like light.
     Working yesterday and today on re-arranging my studio and burning some pictures.  I have too much “excess baggage”, the trouble is to get the courage to throw it irrevocably aside.
     P.M. to Buffalo – Bredemeirs to look at frames – thence downtown – buy cabinet for Bertha and a stewer – walk out Clinton to Fillmore – the typical snow flurries of late winter – all dashing madly helter-skelter in all directions-
     Thurs. Mar. 24, 1932–
     Brooker over at morning bringing rabbit meat and a crow he had shot.  The latter excited me.  Tho it gave me a pang to see my favorite bird lifeless, yet my desire to have a stuffed crow for my studio has been so great that I was overjoyed.  At once to taxidermist inCheektowaga to order it mounted.  The taxidermist had a whole case full of birds, among them a crow, the post of which I liked.  He also had a crow with wings spread which I determined to buy.
     Leaving his house – the tall motionless cold blueish phantoms of smoke against the sky – the northern horizon