Thursday, September 20, 2018

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Not Much

I’m busier than I ever have been at work. When I actually have time to sit at my desk it’s not for long. This morning is going to be very busy. I’ll be teaching two classes and then I, along with the whole university, have to attend a Title IX training. 

If you don’t know what Title IX is, it simply states “No person in the United States shall, on the basis of sex, be excluded from participation in, be denied the benefits of, or be subjected to discrimination under any education program or activity receiving Federal financial assistance.” This law includes sexual assault and harassment. So we have to be trained in it. The only good thing is that the Title IX officer is cute, gay, and has a great butt that he likes to accentuate with tight pants. So that will be the morning. 

The afternoon will be going through architectural drawings to decide which are worth keeping. To say the least, it will be a busy day. There are other things going on too, such as the online class I am “teaching.” And then there are a few other things not worth mentioning at this time, but they keep me busy as well.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

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Fall Is Coming

The cooling off has finally begun. That’s not to say we won’t have another warm spell, but for at least the next ten days, our highs will be in the 60s. I love this type of weather. I hate the heat. I’m okay with the cold, but it’s the cooler temperature in the fall and spring that I crave.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

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The Flower

The Flower

 by George Herbert

How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean

Are Thy returns! ev’n as the flow’rs in Spring,

     To which, besides their own demean

The late-past frosts tributes of pleasure bring;

                    Grief melts away

                     Like snow in May,

     As if there were no such cold thing.

     Who would have thought my shrivel’d heart

Could have recover’d greennesse? It was gone

     Quite under ground; as flow’rs depart

To see their mother-root, when they have blown,

                 Where they together

                 All the hard weather,

     Dead to the world, keep house unknown.

     These are Thy wonders, Lord of power,

Killing and quickning, bringing down to Hell

     And up to Heaven in an houre;

Making a chiming of a passing-bell.

                 We say amisse

                 This or that is;

     Thy word is all, if we could spell.

     O that I once past changing were,

Fast in Thy Paradise, where no flower can wither;

     Many a Spring I shoot up fair,

Offring at Heav’n, growing and groning thither,

                 Nor doth my flower

                 Want a Spring-showre,

     My sinnes and I joyning together.

     But while I grow in a straight line,

Still upwards bent, as if Heav’n were mine own,

     Thy anger comes, and I decline:

What frost to that? what pole is not the zone

                 Where all things burn,

                 When Thou dost turn,

     And the least frown of Thine is shown?

     And now in age I bud again,

After so many deaths I live and write;

     I once more smell the dew and rain,

And relish versing: O, my onely Light,

                 It cannot be

                 That I am he

     On whom Thy tempests fell all night.

     These are Thy wonders, Lord of love,

To make us see we are but flow’rs that glide;

     Which when we once can find and prove,

Thou hast a garden for us where to bide.

                 Who would be more,

                Swelling through store,

     Forfeit their Paradise by their pride.

Monday, September 17, 2018

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Up Late

I was up late last night working on my grading for my online class that I am “teaching,” I put teaching in quotes because I wouldn’t call what I do teaching as much as I would call it merely grading.

One good thing from yesterday though is that my interview with the transgender women went exceptionally well. She was very open and forthcoming about her experiences and her transition. It was a fascinating interview.

I’m off today, so I’m sleeping in.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

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Roots Will Grow

That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, (KJV) ( Ephesians 3:17

When you place your faith in God and trust that His plans for you are better than you can imagine, Christ will send the Holy Spirit to you. Through prayer and daily reading of the Bible, a relationship will grow. This relationship is unlike any other, and it will sharpen you to constantly grow to be more like Christ. 

Friday, September 14, 2018

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So Excited

I am so excited, I can hardly contain myself. I have an oral history interview with someone I have been pursuing for three years. She came to my attention shortly after I arrived in Vermont, but she lived in Ohio and was not going to be coming to Vermont, so I had no way to interview her. I met her yesterday at homecoming. You might be asking so what? Why is he so excited? Well, when this woman graduated in 1963, the university was an all male school and she was one of the men. By her 50th reunion, five years ago, she had transitioned from male to female. There is no doubt she has stories to tell. I can’t wait until Sunday.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

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I will be glad when homecoming is over. I worked a 12 hour day yesterday getting ready for it. Today and tomorrow, I will be working 10 hour days, and Saturday, I will be working a 7 hour day. It’s exhausting. In addition to all of that, we have to be charming to the alumni all the time. There is just so much to do and there doesn’t seem enough time to do it all. Come Sunday, it will all be over with.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

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Getting Ready

Because I work at a university museum, homecoming weekend, which starts tomorrow, is one of our busiest times. We get tons of donations. Our bookstore actually sells stuff. (It rarely does much business during the year.) We have a new exhibit opening. The museum associates (our benefactors) meet for their annual meeting. And all in all, it’s just exhausting getting ready for all of it.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

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To Jake

To Jake

 by Eunice Tietjens

You are turned wraith. Your supple, flitting hands,

As formless as the night wind’s moan,

Beckon across the years, and your heart’s pain

Fades surely as a stainèd stone.


And yet you will not let me rest, crying

And calling down the night to me

A thing that when your body moved and glowed,

Living, you could not make me see.


Lean down your homely, mist-encircled head

Close, close above my human ear,

And tell me what of pain among the dead—

Tell me, and I will try to hear.

Monday, September 10, 2018

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To the Airport

I got Mama to the airport, now I’m going to sleep a little while longer. We had a great visit while she was here. Now, I won’t see her again until Christmas. I hope everyone had a great weekend.

Sunday, September 9, 2018

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Pray Always

Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints; (KJV) ( Ephesians 6:18  ) 

God does not tire of hearing your voice.  Do you have a worry? A need? A reason for thanks? God wants to hear about it.  Prayer is the appropriate response in every occasion.  Take time to pray and connect with God today.  

Friday, September 7, 2018

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My Mother Is Coming

I’m very happy. After two years of saying she would come, my mother is finally coming to visit. Her plane should arrive around 11pm tonight. I know that’s late, but it seems like planes always leave Burlington at 6 am and arrive at 11 pm. I don’t know what the airport does between those two times. By the way, her plane leaves going back to Alabama at 6 am Monday morning. My father refused to come. I’m not sure why, but he just didn’t want to. Tomorrow, my mother and I are going down to Hildene, the Lincoln Family Home, in Manchester, Vermont. We are also going to the outlet stores down there. I don’t know what we will do on Sunday; it is supposed to rain. We will figure something out though. Sadly, with her here, I will miss the very small Pride Parade in Burlington on Saturday. It is definitely not something that would interest my mother. A PFLAG mom, she is not.

Thursday, September 6, 2018

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We keep waiting on my new boss (he’s been in the job a few months now) to get over his learning curve. None of us thought he’d make a very good boss, but he was better than our alternatives. He’s good with all the schmoozing and meeting and such, but he sucks at management. In other words, he’s a good ass kisser, but not much else. I know we have budgetary concerns because our previous boss was fiscally irresponsible, but I don’t think he needs to penny-pinch as much as he does. There are only four of us, including him, in the office, so there isn’t much to manage. Mainly he needs to manage our office manager and leave us curators alone. Anyway, I just needed to bitch a little. I hope everyone has a wonderful day.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

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Up Late

I was up late working on my museum studies paper due today. I still have a little bit more to go on it, anyway, sorry, but there is not much to post for today. I hope everyone is having a good week.

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

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 by Leonora Speyer

Fearless riders of the gale,

In your bleak eyes is the memory

Of sinking ships:

Desire, unsatisfied,

Droops from your wings.


You lie at dusk

In the sea’s ebbing cradles,

Unresponsive to its mood;

Or hover and swoop,

Snatching your food and rising again,




You veer and steer your callous course,

Unloved of other birds;

And in your soulless cry

Is the mocking echo

Of woman’s weeping in the night.

Monday, September 3, 2018

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Labor Day

Labor Day honors the American Labor movement and the contributions that workers have made to the strength, prosperity, laws, and well-being of the country. It is the Monday of the long weekend known as Labor Day Weekend and it is considered the unofficial end of summer in the United States. Here in the town where I live, there is a weekend long festival to celebrate Labor Day. There will be a big parade today. Truthfully, the parade itself isn’t that great but when the whole Corps of Cadets from the college marches down the street, that’s impressive. They all look so good in their uniforms. It’s a nice sight to see.

Sunday, September 2, 2018

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Beautiful Things

He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end. (KJV) ( Ecclesiastes 3:11

Sometimes it's hard to see the beauty in things, people, or life’s events.  It's easy to be overwhelmed, stressed, and busy yet we don't take the time to see the beauty that surrounds us.  He sees us as His beautiful creation.  Remember that God has made us unique in His image.  Look in the mirror and smile at God's beautiful creation!  

Friday, August 31, 2018

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Today will be another busy and long day. We have the opening reception tonight, so I won’t get home until after 6 pm. Tomorrow though will be a day to relax. The only exception to that may be watching McCain’s funeral, which won’t exactly be relaxing. However, the rest of the day will be spent watching college football. The season starts tomorrow, and I’m so excited.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

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Busy at Work

We have a new exhibit that opens tomorrow. We are all rushing to get everything completed and ready to go for the opening tomorrow night. It’s actually a rather small exhibit. It will only be up four months, but to me it’s a very interesting exhibit. We are looking at how our alumni went out and changed the fabric of America. We have some quite famous alumni, and they make for an interesting exhibit. I hope we have a good turnout for the opening. It may be a small exhibit, but it’s been a lot of work on everyone’s part.