Monthly Archives: October 2017
It’s been quite a week. We were finally given an interim director, who I’m fine with as interim. I also finally got clued in on why my boss was put on leave and being investigated. Thankfully it had nothing to do with stealing, which I’d honestly never thought was the case. Instead, it seems to be all about overspending the budget. Who hasn’t done that at some point? But these are larger stakes than simply blowing a personal budget, it’s the budget of a whole museum. After finding out the truth, everyone thought I’d be angry or look askance at what she did. Truthfully, I just believe things are going to work out. Maybe not for my boss, but for everyone else, we will be fine. I hope.
Besides, if I get that other job I applied for in Chicago, none of this will concern me. I don’t know how likely it is that I’ll get that job, but there is still hope.
I have to admit something. I have a new guilty pleasure. I’m really loving the new remake of Dynasty on The CW. It’s just a fun catty show to watch. I never watched the original Dynasty, but I like the new one.
The reboot updates several factors from the 1980s original, including moving the setting from Denver, Colorado to Atlanta, Georgia; making Steven’s homosexuality a nonissue to Blake; and changing gold digger Sammy Jo from a woman to a gay man. Patrick said, “We knew in our version—2017—we wanted Steven’s conflict with Blake to be not about him being gay, but about him being liberal.” Additionally, in the new series, Blake’s fiancée is Hispanic, and both chauffeur Michael Culhane and the Colby family are African-American.
Most of yesterday, I had a bad headache. I even went home early from work, which I never do. After taking my headache medication and getting some sleep, it seemed to go away, but sadly it came back a few hours later. So I went to bed early last night.
The Little Ghost
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high—higher than most—
And the green gate was locked.
And yet I did not think of that
Till after she was gone—
I knew her by the broad white hat,
All ruffled, she had on.
By the dear ruffles round her feet,
By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
Her gown’s white folds among.
I watched to see if she would stay,
What she would do—and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
I let my garden grow!
She bent above my favourite mint
With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled—there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.
She held her gown on either side
To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
The way great ladies go.
And where the wall is built in new
And is of ivy bare
She paused—then opened and passed through
A gate that once was there.
By Monday, I’ve mentally planned out what I’m going to wear for the week. By Monday morning I have my week’s wardrobe basically planned out. I may change my mind throughout the week, but I pretty much know what I’m going to wear.
Mondays are always difficult for me. It means the work week begins again and the weekend is over. It means I can’t sleep in, no matter how badly I want to. As you might be able to tell, Mondays are not my favorite day. I just don’t do Mondays well. But, I’ll get up this morning, put on my happy face and head to work. It all gets a little better after I’ve had my first cup of coffee.
By Nicholas Hemming
When you fear the future, the struggle often feels all-consuming. “What ifs” seem to run wild in your mind. You strive to focus on the task at hand—but without fail, you surrender to a fear that feels insurmountable. What does tomorrow hold? What if the future feels hopeless?
While submitting your latest rent payment, you may fear living paycheck to paycheck for the rest of your life. As you prepare for another move, you may fear loneliness or isolation. After an unsuccessful dating relationship, you may fear life as a single person, without a spouse to love and cherish.
Regardless of the circumstance, it seems impossible to move away from this fear. The future makes you freeze; thoughts of tomorrow, and the next day, unearth unmanageable anxiety. You want to have a hopeful, confident outlook, though at this point, you only feel grief and uncertainty. You wonder if your anxiety about the future will ever pass.
In these moments, turn to God’s Word for encouragement, comfort and hope. Depend on the Lord as you wrestle with anxiety about the future. And continually seek him through prayer as you work to overcome your fear. These five Psalms will get you started:
Psalm 23:4 (GNTD)
Even if I go through the deepest darkness,
I will not be afraid, Lord,
for you are with me.
Your shepherd’s rod and staff protect me.
Psalm 34:4 (GNTD)
I prayed to the Lord, and he answered me;
he freed me from all my fears.
Psalm 55:22 (GNTD)
Leave your troubles with the Lord,
and he will defend you;
he never lets honest people be defeated.
Psalm 94:19 (GNTD)
Whenever I am anxious and worried,
you comfort me and make me glad.
Psalm 121:1-2 (GNTD)
I look to the mountains;
where will my help come from?
My help will come from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth.
Nicholas Hemming serves as a Content Specialist with American Bible Society. As a child of Southern New Hampshire, he grew up exploring hidden towns along the rocky New England coast. Though he now resides in Philadelphia, PA, he continues to curiously explore his home—and the towns, cities and countries that lay beyond his home.
I was so tired when I got home. It was a long drive back from southern Connecticut. After eating dinner, Isabella and I basically went to bed. Whenever I am gone overnight, Isabella just can’t get enough of me. She likes to snuggle when I get home, and it’s usually at least a day before she lets me out of her sight. She did leave me long enough to let me watch The Orville last night, but then we turned out the lights and went to bed. She’ll roam around some of the night but she won’t be too far away from me.
First of all, yesterday was quite successful. I accomplished everything in Connecticut that I set out to. That being said, no one ever told me that southern Connecticut was such a sketchy place. While searching for a place for dinner, I didn’t want to stop because no where looked safe. At one point, I was even approached by a prostitute, to which I promptly drove off. I finally did decide on a decent looking Mexican place, which had the cutest little Mexican gay waiter with a nice little bubble butt. The food was also delicious. I had sopa de mariscos, which is a seafood soup, and a carne asada steak. both were beyond delicious. This is the best Mexican food I’ve had since I left the South.
Now, I am headed back to Vermont.