reading & listening to the radio.
     After supper I determined to go down thru the village for a walk. The moon was about three quarters full, and about halfway to the zenith. At one point there was a break in the hills that ran parallel to the road; here a dark sluggish stream flowed over a flat bed at the base of the hills; opposite me were a group of nondescript houses; the wet roof of one caught the moonlight, smoke arising from the chimney into the hazy moonlit air; the hills loomed large and mysterious; the whole scene seemed one of ineffable peace, forgotten were the narrow lives of the inhabitants, the noisy boisterous sounds of Saturday night after payday. It was like a dreamy idyll.
     I walked about two miles or so, and then returned. It all seemed rather quiet, here & there were a few groups of noisy girls & young men; a dog barked at times; in one or two of the houses radios were going. Speeding autos on the road made walking unpleasant.
     Oct. 16 (sic) (should be October 17, 1937)- AM after breakfast for a walk up the mountain side. A clear day with a vigorous air. I felt the need of real exercise, and by the time I had reached the top, I was in a sweat, but feeling more elastic somehow. I found a path here that led higher up to a higher hill to the north - I circled around and came down the hillside which I knew would bring me to a little gulley near the Bungalow. This was a torturous route through small trees, grapevines & weeds. I became covered with Spanish needles.
In the afternoon, I listened some to the radio, read, wrote letters. In the evening I called Bertha for a chat. A walk to the post office & I was ready for bed.