Monday, Oct 10, 1887 Unpacking my trunk and putting things away. All I can do to struggle against depressing and sad reflections. We do not know what we are going to do this winter. Called to see John McEntee this evening. We are to consult Kenyon and see what our powers are. I feel that our old home is gradually slipping away from us but I am going to try not to be saddened by it. Mrs. Lindsley made a long call this afternoon. I wrote to Jamie.