Bfth's Boring Blog

 If you're going to read this, you need to have the background information here:  https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2023/03/potty-potty.html Now that you are all caught up, let me continue to tell the tale of the Porta Potty and  Jersey Shore Restrooms . Sunday evening, I received this email: "Good evening! I apologize for my late response! I am back in my office now prepping for tomorrow! I do first want to apologize for any inconvenience, this was absolutely non-intentional, there is a bulk-head job starting tomorrow on that street. I am assuming that on delivery it was placed in the wrong spot. I am sending out notifications now to have the unit moved ASAP! I can give you a call first thing tomorrow morning if you would like to further discuss. Again I do apologize for the inconvenience, I l understand this must be a tough time and want to get this resolved ASAP!" I was feeling pretty good about the situation.  I texted several neighbors, who immediately responded w

I've been under a lot of stress lately (no surprise).  Work is crazy stressful.  I visited an ENT who found nothing wrong with my right ear (my hearing is completely fine), so I guess the tinnitus is just a fact of life.  My son has chosen a college (which should be a post of its own).  My dad continues to have health issues.  All of which adds up to stress, so I certainly don't need anything else to make my crazy life any more crazy.  And yet...  As I headed down to see my dad on Sunday morning, I listened (via zoom) to a local church service.  (Seems like this Lent what I have actually given up is physically going to church, which is definitely something I HADN'T planned, but...)  The sermon was about potholes.  (How apropos was it that I was on the highway at the time?)  However, it wasn't just about actual physical potholes in the road (although that was part of), but about the potholes/challenges we face in life.  How can we avoid them?  What do we do when we dri

  The house at the shore (I should call it mine because technically it is, but it doesn't feel that way) has two and a half bathrooms.  When my mother purchased it back in the fall of 1995, it had three.  One off the kitchen area, one in between the master bedroom and a second bedroom, and one off of the back den.  After Superstorm Sandy, I suggested that the kitchen bathroom be turned into a half bath and that the tiny shower in there (which no one ever used) become a pantry/closet.  I also suggested that the linen closet in the bathroom off the den be eliminated so that the shower area could be increased.  Both suggestions were taken and once everything was finished, the house was lovely again.  (Different than it was before the storm, but still lovely.) As the years went by, the bathroom off the den became my dad's and the one in between the master bedroom and second bedroom was my mom's.  Mom's bathroom was the only one that had a bathtub.  My mom was a bath perso

 Can it really be one week since my son's last musical at the high school?  It was an exhausting weekend (which started on a Thursday), not so long ago, yet it seems far away.  As we (a family) have entered the last semester of his high school years, everything seems to be speeding up.  Musical over and music trip just around the corner.  And memories of past adventures come rushing in. As things wrap up, I'm pulled back to the beginning.  How everything SEEMED to be going so well his freshman year.   He'd been in the fall production.  He'd made new friends; upperclassman friends with driver's licenses.  (I'll never forget my husband calling me at work, because back then I worked in an office every weekday, to tell me that some girl in white convertible had driven our son home after the first rehearsal.  That was one for the books!)  How the group went out after the first show and I, against my better judgement, let him go, knowing full well that he wouldn't

Last Monday night/Tuesday (February 27-28th) brought the first real snowfall to our area.  Last night and into early this morning, more snow fell again.  It was barely measurable (I'm guessing less than .25 of an inch) and is melting away as I write this, but what is going on here?   Before last week's "snow storm" (was it really a storm?), crocuses were coming up on my neighbor's lawn.  The snow covered them, but once it melted (only took a day or so), they were still there. Over the weekend I noticed a few green sprouts poking up in the front of our yard.  I believe they will be daffodils.  (One of my favorite flowers.)  Yesterday, Lawn Doctor came to fertilize our front yard, which prompted me to email the company that does our spring and fall clean up (as well as weekly mowing) to make sure a service contract for the current year was in the works.  (It is.)  Today my front lawn was covered in snow.  Again, not a lot, but...   I'm not complaining.  (Wel

 Last night was opening night at my son's high school for "Hello Dolly!"  It will be the last musical that he does at the high school and I am a bundle of emotions over all of this.  So, get ready for some real Bfth blubbering in the next couple of paragraphs. Let me start off by saying, that the stage he graces was one that I was in high school (too many years ago to mention).  The first show I did (which was during my sophomore year...nothing really much went on in my freshman year, at least not that I knew about) was "Mame."  (Which, like Dolly, has music and lyrics by the late great Jerry Herman.)  I had such a blast (and I was only in the chorus) that I became very involved with the high school theater group until I graduated.   Seeing my son on that same stage is amazing and overwhelming.  In elementary school he was somewhat shy.  All grades presented concerts and he was never very much into that.  In middle school he didn't do any shows.  (I thin