dead, and I spent the evening trying to get it fixed. Eventually I enlisted the aid of a neighbor, who had gotten the car started by pushing it. I took it to Baumarten’s where I learned that a new armature and starter clutch were necessary. They promised the car by noon tomorrow.
     Earlier in the evening, when Arthur & I were returning from Nenner’s Station, we stopped on the bridge to watch the approach of a thunderstorm - The whole western sky was a deep blue black, with an ominous vast whitish roll at the top. The placid stream reflecting the raw green willows was deepened in tone by the clouds, and the whole ensemble was grandly beautiful.
      Later when Martha, Sally, Arthur & I were watching the storm from our backyard, C.M. came along on her way home from H’s, and raved about the storm. I fear she is one of these intense people, who feel things keenly in a vociferous way. I felt that she wanted to impress us that she alone really appreciated this event. A few minutes after, she appeared in her backyard in very short shorts and some sort of sweater and walked up and down in front of us “close to nature etc etc”- It is probably I who am jealous of nature, and want no one else to get in it while I am there.
                                                                         May 6, 1938- Friday
     Much cooler. A fiddling day; I grow depressed because I cannot get started on my oil.
A letter from Frank R. with a check and news of a couple pictures being sold. (“Towards Spring” “Winter Afternoon”