as it grew brighter became yellower and clearer, with vivid cold blue shadows from the poplar tree.
It was a fine clear morning; I walked the railroad from Clinton to French Rd, the first time in a week or so, having lately walked straight out Clinton over the bridge & beyond and then back.
     Made the frame for the oil; but could not find any clamps.
     PM. To Buffalo to do a little shopping. In the market could not resist fresh rhubarb, which led first to new potatoes, then fresh peas & lima beans from Cuba, & mushrooms. My mouth fairly watered at the market.
     To Harbor. Parked the car & walked down R.R. to the “twin” lift bridges, & thence northward across another bridge, and back. It was not so cold, and everything had a late winter glamour over it.
     Evening Mr. Berlin went over the radio, finally discovering a short in the aerial wire that grounded it, so that, as he put it, the ground was our aerial. I could not understand it, but he disconnected something and it sounded much better.
                                                                    March 7, 1938 - (Monday)
     Saturday night - All - Wagner program by Toscanini- I forced myself to listen to it in its entirety, tho I confess along in the middle during the perennial “Love-Death” I dozed again and again. And to think how in my callow Art School days my heart used to beat faster at the mere thought of that music. How cheap, how puerile it sounds now; I think such a theme in the first place is banal, and then Wagner’s mechanical method of composing only enhanced the vulgarity.