Friday, Sept 28, 1888 A cool autumnal day with N. wind and frost predicted for tonight. I went down town as usual in the forenoon and after dinner I put on my painting clothes and with Tom to hold the ladder I went up and painted the North gutter of the carriage house, which should have been done long ago. By tinkering up the weak places I hope to make things hold out until it is settled what we are to do, but I am tired of doing these things which are much more difficult than they were once. Mary Kirchner came dressed in weeds for her husband who died in January just as Mary and Sara walked down the road. She is a dreadful bore to me and one hardly knows what to do with a former servant who presents herself as a visitor. However I saw her a short time when she went over to Girards and stopped here on her return. Sara saw her but after a proper time excused herself in the plea of having company. This is the time of year when we are subject to all sorts of irruptions.