Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 24, 1962

November 24 – Saturday –

A cool, mostly sunny day – the predicted winds did not arrive.
The Garden-Mart men arrived about 10:00 to finish the back-yard – Peggy a little later –

Called Dr. E to see about getting a cartridge of Decadron spray he said had been given to him (he called later, and said he would drop it off on his way to the barber’s)

In the studio redding up and classifying my recent notes – alas – they get filed away and I wonder, will I ever see them again – so many new ones keep crowding in – Is it as easy to do less work because of a spate of ideas as it is with a scarcity?

After Jim had delivered the spray, the three of us food shopping – both of us very tired (that sounds odd – but Peggy was not tired!)

When we got home, I lay down for a couple of hours. When I awoke I was miserably cold – so that tea was most welcome.

Hank, who had spent the day at the airport called for Peggy about 5:00.

Bertha and I to Creams for a snack, then to Ulbrichs for a little shopping – On the way, the light bars of sky through deep blue-black clouds – at the horizon a stitch of sullen orange.

Evening music – Mozart’s Violin Concerto 3 + 5.

Letter to Eugene Savage (who had written to ask me for possible nominees for Associate Membership in the N.A.) and having to admit I was so “out of touch” with the “art world” I knew of no one.  And then it suddenly occurs to me, that for several years I have not had any art magazines – and never missed them! What a happy state of mind to be in.

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, November 24, 1962