Bfth's Boring Blog

Spring officially arrives (or arrived, depending on when you are reading this) today.  (Unless you are on the opposite of the world, like my cousins, in which case, welcome to autumn.)  Welcome Spring!  I've missed you so much!  I am so ready for you! I am ready for my heat not to turn on at 6 in the morning. (Like an alarm clock.) I am ready for my feet not to freeze when I get out of bed and they hit the bedroom floor.  (Although I will be eternally grateful for the heated bathroom floor.  Total genius.) I am ready to go back outside and walk for exercise rather than "walking" inside.  (I've been doing Leslie Sansone's walk-outs for decades.  Love them, but I am ready to get some fresh air.) I am ready to NOT wear layers.  Yes  I love my sweaters (and they can hide a multitude of flaws), but I am ready to go back to skirts (even with my veiny legs) and blouses (even those with no sleeves...so what if my arm fat wobbles?). I am rea...

 Nearly 30 years ago (whew...that's a long time) I got married.  Since it's been three decades, my memories of certain aspects of the wedding and the build up to it are a bit fuzzy.  I vaguely remember going to one of those bridal events/shows where you could find just about everything you might need to make YOUR day everything you wanted it to be.  I'm pretty sure that I went with my maid of honor (who I have sadly lost touch with...that doesn't speak well of me, I'm sure.)  But there is one thing that does stand out in my mind; finding my dress. Now my wedding was going to be relatively small.  I had a maid of honor, but no other bridesmaids.  My husband had a best man, but no groomsmen.  My (late) brother and a good friend of my husband (who hit on my maid of honor which may be one of the reasons we lost touch), served as ushers.  The wedding was not held at a church (although it was officiated by my pastor and my unofficial "aunt" who w...

  Are you wearing green?  It's St. Patrick's Day!  Everybody's Irish on St. Patrick's Day.  Or at least we can celebrate the Irish and their traditions today.  Why not?   St. Patrick was a real person.  Over the centuries the stories of what he did have grown. One of the legends is that he chased all snakes from Ireland into the sea after they attacked him during a 40-day fast.  (Am I seeing parallels of Jesus here?) Of course snakes didn't exist in Ireland at that time.  (Or so I'm told, maybe that's another legend.)  Bu we don't have to take that literally.  (As most stories shouldn't.   Stories aren’t necessarily literal but exist to try and teach us something.)  It is said that the removal of "snakes" is a metaphor for the removal of paganism and the focus on Christianity (specifically Catholicism).  Or as I found on  History.Com;  " the legend might be more metaphorical in nature. In Christianity...

  While I remember Friday, March 13, 2020 extremely well.  Thursday not so much.  Which is a shame.  Because I wish I could remember more about that day.  But who knew? Thursday, March 12th, 2020 was the last day I worked in Lyndhurst, NJ.  Although the ride from my house to there (and home) could be frustrating (just as frustrating as getting home from Newark, but on public transportation), the office suite was great.  I, as many of my co-workers (and there weren't that many in the office), had office sized cubicles.  I had a view that looked out on the marshlands of the area.  Yes, some may say it's stinky and it was at times, but it was also beautiful.  There were birds.  And in the distance there was the city.  (And I could count the cars on the NJ Turnpike.)  When the sun was out, my space got HOT, no matter what the season.  And when it was cloudy or raining...I had that (illicit) space heater going, even in t...

 ...can't trust that day!   Okay, so I know the song is actually "Monday, Monday," but yesterday was a strange one with some ups and downs and lots of questions. The day started out dark.  Literally!  While I love the coming warm weather and longer days, I'm not a fan of moving that clock ahead and waking up in darkness.  It didn't help that it was really foggy out that morning, which made my drive to church a little dicey.   Things were good at church ( https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2026/03/international-womens-day-2026.html ) and my drive back home was mostly clear. I didn't even need a coat!  (Hoorah!) Once at home, even though it was warm(ish) outside, I enjoyed coffee by the fireplace.  (Love doing that.) And then the highlight of the day...I was in the family room and looked out the back window and saw: Now I know it's hard to see, but there are 10 goldfish swimming around in the murky pond.  The pond is murky because w...

 Today, March 8, 2026 is International Women's Day.  (It's also the day where we loose an hour due to Daylight Saving Time, which definitely tracks.)  It's also a Sunday.  In honor of the day, the church I attend in the Poconos  asked for volunteers to read a specific scripture lesson and then offer a reflection. I actually enjoy public speaking (although I do get nervous) and volunteered, even though I still consider myself a "newbie".  While the request was to envision yourself in the story, I went a bit of track.  (I have a difficult time putting myself in the narrative when it comes to the Bible.)  I guess I'm a bit of rebel?  Well, at least I kept it short (which I am sure most people are grateful for).  The passage I read was from 1 Kings 17:8-16:  "Then the word of the Lord came to him,  “Arise, go to Zar′ephath, which belongs to Sidon, and dwell there. Behold, I have commanded a widow there to feed you.”  So he aro...