Friday, Aug 8, 1884 My observation for several years past has confirmed me in the belief that August is rather a cool month and certainly so far it has been. Today has been a partially grey day, warm at times but not excessively so and this evening was decidedly cool. I hear nothing further from Turck and am impatient at the suspense. Meanwhile Sara, Mary, my father and Marion have arranged to take a drive of several days among the mountains next week so that it begins to look as though I will not get away for some time. I am doing nothing and do not feel like engaging in any thing hoping from day to day to get off. Joe Tubby and his wife and daughter were here yesterday to see Sara. He did not ask for me but I came in from the cemetery while they were here. He said he expected to go to the mountains on Monday. He looks old and it seems to me that taking up the profession of an artist at his age and with his limited talent cannot hold out much promise of success.