Saturday, May 21, 1887 Down in the garden again picking off the currant worms of which I got quantities again. I walked over to the lots beyond Chester St. The fences are down and the land looks poor and neglected. So many things needed to be done and so little to do with. I bathed and dressed before dinner. After dinner Girard told me there were boards off the side hill fence in two places and I had to go down and nail them on in the heat and got very warm, and so it goes. Petty annoyances every hour in the day. I am in despair brooding over our circumstances and pray for some one to come and buy this great place which is again but a sorrow and a trouble. I wish I could be serene but I cant. I keep wondering where all the money is coming from to pay all my obligations and the same old round of worry and torturing anxieties rises before me as it has for so many years.