Monday, Oct 13, 1884 Sara, Janette and Emily went to High Falls, Tom driving as I concluded I ought to stay with my father. The wind has blown a gale all day first from the South and very warm but in the middle of the afternoon it got around in the N. W. I worked at the apples and a thousand other miserable things which sink my art and put it afar from me. I dont even look at the landscape and am not even open to the impressions which always heretofore visit me at this time of the year. I am nervous and tired and unhappy. My father has seemed stronger today. Has been about most of the day and walked over to Girards and back. Is more interested than yesterday and seems really better. I saw Mr. Wood about the interminable Turck matter but did not get much encouragement. Thought Griffiths would pay if we would guarantee him against loss which I said I would. I am so sick of this dragging thing that I am losing all patience. Our school tax is due and I am depending on this to pay it. How these things worry me and I am always being tormented with them. I wonder if there will ever be an end to them. I had a letter from Church. He is going to Mexico again this winter on account of his rheumatism. Have been reading of Taylor again this evening and thinking of him and dear Gertrude all day. Tomorrow will be the sixth anniversary of her death, to find me no nearer happiness or even content and repose than I ever was.