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After lunch the servants left and I prepared my little supper myself. [[underlined in red]] Restful feeling to be along. in the ordinarily noisy and busy house. [[/underlined in red]]
July 21. Still raining weather! Albert still working on that clutch in the boat Seems to have several days more. Another irritating letter from [[underlined in red]] Celine [[/underlined in red]] because [[underlined in red]] I interrupted that stupid plumbing job which had been planned without consulting me. [[/underlined in red]] Nothing but trouble and bother everywhere. And all this fuss and help in this big idle house. Sometimes it seems absurd to me to keep on this way. - Nothing but bother and [[underlined in red]] help so incompetent [[/underlined in red]] that I would not
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even invite a friend for dinner for fear that everything will be done wrong. [[strikethrough]] Everybody seems to [[?]] ne [[/strikethrough]] I am very much tired of the whole thing and I feel the goat of the whole outfit, just good enough to pay for it all and everybody. How absurd is the position of a man who is called a "rich man." Everybody runs to him, for money but nobody feels thankful [[strikethrough]] for [[/strikethrough]] for whatever he does. [[strikethrough]] Sometimes I feel like giving away everything I have have except [[/strikethrough]] In the mean time in all this expensive household I cannot even get anything but stale eggs for breakfast. and when I ask for cheese as a substitute I am answered: