Jervis McEntee Diaries: November 16, 1884

Sunday, Nov 16, 1884 Went to N. Y. Tuesday to attend to the alterations to my rooms and have remained there until last night in the midst of dirt and confusion. My bedroom is now cut off from my studio and I am to give it up as soon as I can remove my things. By persistence I got the carpenters & masons at work and when I came away yesterday they had got one coat of plaster on the places where the doors were and will finish it tomorrow before I go down. Then I have to fix my sleeping place in the recess and get in order. It is a complete upsetting to me and it will take me a long time to get into the new arrangement. Yesterday in the midst of the dirt and confusion Fuller came in with a Mr. Wilson from St. Paul who finally ordered a picture for $600. DeForrest paid me $100 for a sketch he bought last spring which I had supposed he returned and Mr. Ken[?] had called, I think to get a picture, so that in spite of all my worries I feel quite encouraged. I shall save $100 a year rent in my studio by giving up my bed room although it will cost me considerable to make the change. Cleveland is elected by a very small majority and now I hope the country will settle down to its business. My father feels pretty well and [if I] can get to work and can pay my way I will be content. I settled with Tom our hired man today. He has fifteen hundred dollars coming to [?] for which my father gave his note with interest. I wish I could [?] some interest instead of always paying it. I regret always to find myself so depressed here at home. So many things need my attention and with it all is the feeling that I ought to get to work to make money to meet the constant demands. My fathers feebleness is a great anxiety. He needs so much attention and is so entirely disinclined to try to help himself at all. If he only had the wish to resist this discouraging feeling it would be easier for all of us. I go back to New York tomorrow to meet another set of anxieties with an apprehensive feeling and a dread but that there may be greater troubles in store. I wrote to Charlie Osman [?] about the bark braid and to Mr. Dunlap to tell him that we would get the braid as soon as possible since he is still inclined to go on with it.

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