Bfth's Boring Blog

I have to go to an office several days a week. That means that I have to leave PA and go back to NJ. Because parking is so expensive and traffic is so horrific. I take public transportation. (I could lie and say that I'm being environmentally conscious, but the truth is it's just cheaper to take a bus and the city light rail down to Penn station then it is to drive and park.)    In general, I am pleased with New Jersey Transit. There is a lot of traffic to deal with, especially when I'm coming home at the end of the day. It is because the traffic that I get up early and take an early bus to Newark. There is a bus that reaches my corner before 7:00 a.m. Most days I can grab it and get to my desk before 8:00. As a matter of fact one morning I was at my desk before 7:40! So early buses mean less traffic and less stress.     Coming home is a different story. Even though I leave the office relatively early. (Get it early, get out early, right?)   There is always ...

  THANK YOU! And I mean that from the bottom of my heart.  It's Veteran's Day and the very least (and I do mean the very least) we can do is say thank you. I have never served in the military.  I know I am not cut out for it and I know I am not healthy enough for it.  (Being overweight all my life with asthma and a plethora of allergies how could I?)  But I have family and friends who have served.  And I know service made this world a better place. Now just because a person has served, doesn't mean they are a good person.  As the song goes, "There is good and bad in everyone.  We learn to live, when we learn to give each other what we need to survive , together alive."  (And yes, I did just quote "Ebony and Ivory.")  And that includes my ancestors and relatives. Take my family "patriot,"  John Kilbury (1730-1810).  He fought in the Revolutionary War.  Originally I had been told he had been a British soldier who had been ca...

I am just a lay person. I am not a political expert. I am an old white lady and these are my thoughts. These are not facts. This is just what I think based on what I've seen in life experience. Your thoughts may vary. These are just mine.    So about a week ago we had an election here in the United States. As usual it was the reds (Republican candidates) versus the blue (Democratic candidates).  In the last big election, the reds took over. Meaning that the Republicans were in charge of both the House and the Senate. Two years later we had what has been called a blue tsunami. Meaning that all those patches of red had turned blue. What does this mean? What did it mean then? What does it mean now?    I really think it has less to do with party and more to do with people being fed up. Two years ago people seemed to be tired of the same old same old. Things were particularly bad, but they weren't particularly good. People wanted something better. And at the time...

 Halloween was just a few days ago. Christmas is a long way off. I am not one to put up Christmas decorations or play holiday music until after Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is over 3 weeks away. However the Wednesday morning I woke up (at 3 AM…why?) and after quick look at some notifications on my phone (which you shouldn’t do if you want to go back to sleep, but…) into my head popped, “Deck the halls with bows of holly. fa la la la lalala. ‘Tis the season to be jolly fa la la la la lalala.”   It is way, Way, WAY too early for me to be singing holiday songs. (Not that I've begrudge anyone who wants to put up their tree now and blare Mariah Carey, but that's just me.)  I am not ready to “don we now our gay apparel.” (It’s not even Advent yet) So why in my head am I singing out, “Go tell it on the mountains over the hills and everywhere”?    Why am I ready to sing “jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way?” It's not time, at least for me to be singing thes...

Once upon a time, my mother had a very good friend. He was a health nut. He ran before running was a thing. He ate right. Did everything right, but his genetics made him predisposed to high cholesterol and hard disease. He took the medication he needed.  He exercised.  He ate right.   And unfortunately he still died relatively young. Can't fight genetics  It is obvious when you look at me where I came from. I have my mother's body shape. Yes I've got old lady boobs,  a belly that continues to grow  and tree trunk legs. My eyes squint when I smile like my mother.  Where I look like my father is on my face. I have the wrinkles that he had on his forehead.  And, lucky me,   I have all the other skin related issues that he had.  I'm guessing that I'll develop other issues like he did.  Because, you can't fight your genes. I know my family's medical history. Both my parents had high blood pressure.  About 15 years ago, my doctor fou...

I don't like to call myself old, but I am.  I'm as old as my father was when I got married!  Yikes.  My knees creak.  I've got wrinkles and lines.  None of this makes me happy.   But you know what really doesn't make me happy is how tired I am.  I'm not talking physical tiredness.  (Although I am that plenty of the time.)  I am talking about emotionally, spiritually and mentally EXHAUSTION!  What is this privileged old white lady so exhausted by?  Well there's... Grifters, liars, con-men, pigs...well you get the idea.  (And yes, while I may be thinking of one specific person at this time, it's not just one person.) Racism.  Sexism.  Ageism. Yelling, screaming, and blustering Stupidity and intentional ignorance Non- accountability Lack of action Lack of thought Lack of compassion People thinking that Planned Parenthood is just an abortion factory Government trying to control wome...