Thursday, July 29, 1880 Worked a little while this morning cleaning up the little room over the Carriage House which Marion disorganized somewhat in her search for some of her things and then went to my studio and painted until noon. It has been another cool day with a charming color in the landscape and fine rich clouds with the wind from the N. After dinner I had the horses hitched up and my mother, Mrs. Davis, Jamie, Charlie and Charlie Smith took a ride out on the Flat-bush road crossing over to the Saugerties road this side the church. One of the axles got hot and twisted the box in the wheel. I was obliged to stop at Clares and have it taken off and I fear it has ruined the wheel. A letter from Bowyer saying Calvert would come by the Powell tomorrow night and he thought he would come on Saturday. I have been reading some of my letters to dear Gertrude. It is a great comfort to me that they all breathe my love and my earnest desire for her happiness. Dear, darling Gertrude, I think of her every hour in the day and am no more accustomed to living without her than the day she left me. It is so lonely and sad without her. I have a constant sense of missing something which made life lovely and worth living.