Saturday, July 30, 1887 It is more than a month now since our father died. The time goes rapidly, dull as it seems. Mrs. Lindsley gave Sara some ominous tidings of Joe today. She says he will make us trouble if he can and that is all I have expected of him. Have been over to my studio getting some of my things together for my Western trip, packed my colors and got some canvass ready. It is very hot but there is a good breeze from the S. Sara had a letter from Lucy last night. She is very anxious I should come. Says there is a fine range of mountains there and thinks I will find interesting things to paint.