Bfth's Boring Blog

 It's March 1st.  Yesterday, the last day of February felt like spring.  The sun was actually out.  The snow started to melt.  We managed (I think) to get our mailbox at the end of the road shoveled out enough so that the mailman could deliver the mail.  (I've been going down to the post office once a week to pick up our mail.  I am not alone.  There are a lot of people -- perhaps hundreds -- in this village who have mailboxes that are inaccessible or have been destroyed as the result of the snowstorms this winter.)  I actually sat outside without a winter coat (although I was wearing a down vest) and soaked up those beautiful warm rays.  Spring is around the corner, could it actually be coming a little early? I woke up this morning.  A new month, and snow was coming down.  It didn't last (thankfully), but it was a slap in the face.  A reminder that the cold and cruel is not yet over. I want to write something about the ho...

 (This may be a companion piece to  https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2026/02/get-over-it.html  or not...) There was a blizzard the other day.  My neck of the Poconos didn't get too much. (I'm not sure how to define too much...at this point I feel like anything over an inch is too much!)  NJ got way too much.  (Just as the sidewalks were clearing and I could actually cross the street to get to the bus stop without climbing over mountains of snow.)  My son's campus got over a foot of snow and once again there are no classes today. (I understand why, but still it's an annoyance.)  This winter has been brutal.  It started before it officially started (with heavy snow at the end of November) and just keeps going.  I've seen snow (even though some days had little or no accumulation) for 5 days in a row. I'm over it.  I am REALLY over it. While there are plenty of things that I am NOT over (gun violence/mass shootings, the lack of just...

 I'm dating myself once again, but one of my favorite songs by the Eagles is from their  Hell Freezes Over  album of 1994:  "Love Will Keep Us Alive."  (It was actually the song my husband and I danced to when we were married.  Which may come to a surprise to some of you as we are both huge Beatles fans and it was the Beatles that brought us together, but that's another story.)  However, the first track on the album is also a favorite...and that's "Get Over It."   If you don't know it; you should go find it and give it a listen.  It's got a great beat and their lyrics...well they seem relevant today just as they were back then and my personal favorite is:   "Wave it like a flag wear it like a crown Got your mind in the gutter bringin' everybody down Complain about the present blame it on the past I'd like to find your inner child kick its little ass" I'd tend to agree with them.  Get Over it!  Move on.  Give it a...

 The Mardi Gras partying is over.  (Not that I really partied...I did do some excessive drinking and eating over the past couple of days though.)  We've entered the season of Lent.  For me it's a time of (self) restriction (No alcohol and no chocolate...we'll see how that goes.  Some years I'm good; other's not so much.)  It's also a time of reflection.  This is my way of observing Lent.  (Your mileage may vary.) This Ash Wednesday is gray and gloomy where I am.  What it's NOT is terribly cold, which thrills me.  While snow still surrounds me, it IS starting to melt a bit.  I take that as a big win.  (Although I don't know how long that "win" will last.)  I can actually see part of my deck.  (Not all, but I'll take it.)  Some of my bushes are devoid of snow.  My driveway is relatively clear.  (Again for now.)  A few more days like this (at least temperature wise), and I might be able to take...

 I know a people fear Friday the 13th (and I'm not talking about the movie).  I've always liked Friday the 13th (not the movie).  I was married on Friday the 13th and so far that's turned out well.  (It's only been 29 years.)  In general, I look forward to Friday the 13th.  It's usually a good day for me.  Usually... For everything has its exception right?  As often as Friday the 13th comes, there have got to be some not so good ones, right? Now Friday, February 13th wasn't the worst day of my life.  It wasn't terrible.  It wasn't awful.  It was just...annoying, frustrating and somewhat costly... It was a busy work day for me.  (Why are Fridays becoming more and more crazy?  They used to be quiet days and that's gone out the window.)  Towards the end of the day, I was walking through the living/dining room and I heard a dripping sound.  A dripping sound is never good.  If you read this:   https://b...

I've always been a worrywart. I worry too much. I worry about big things; I worry about little things. And I know worrying won't make things better or even change things, but I worry.    Recently with the cold weather I've been worried about the houses. I worry about the house in Pennsylvania with the heat constantly running. Even though I had the furnace serviced in the fall I worry that something will go wrong.    I worry about the house in New Jersey. When I leave the house I set the temperature on the thermostat to 62. I worry that that's not warm enough. When I got a call from the oil delivery company on Monday saying that they had tried to deliver oil to the house in New Jersey but were unable to do so as a result of all the snow, I worried even more. I worry that the pipes will freeze. None of this has happened, yet... You can bet when I got home to New Jersey on Monday evening, I made sure to shovel out the back of the house where the fill for the oil tan...