HB Journal for Aug 31, 1940

There is nothing as changeable as the weather but it seems to change to something so nearly like the former state that it is hardly detectable to us. Thunder showers late in the evening encouraged us.

In the afternoon I just dressed up and nursed my cold, neglecting my lawn and garden.

We had the Doctor come to examine our Evelyn to tell us how to care for her one little eye, seemingly infected.

We spent a long hour or two in the evening by the radio.