Saturday, Apr 7, 1888 The wind has blown all day and the air is full of dust. The grass in the parks is green and the boats start today to run to Albany. The spring is at hand and I meet it in much more cheerful and hopeful mood than I did the last spring. Have painted all day. The frame came for Calverts picture and the picture is practically finished. I received a note from John McEntee today telling me the Surrogate had advertised for claims against my fathers estate. The monthly meeting of the Century occurred tonight. I sent two small sketches. I met Weir and saw others, among them Rev. Dr. Bolles to whom I was introduced. Weir, Johnson and I sat together and talked until nearly 2 oclock.