Bfth's Boring Blog

Or can I call you Stephen? After all we are nearly neighbors. When I'm in New Jersey and you're in New Jersey we are only a few miles apart. Or so I assume. I know you live in the next town over but I don't know your address and Google won't give it to me. Not that I was going to come to your house and bother you, I wasn't, but I hear you give out great Halloween candy, are cool with decorations and you're never too old to go trick or treating.  (Do you give out full sized?  You should you know, you are a celebrity.)   I just want to say how sorry I am, like the majority of the world is, to see your show go off the air. It is a sad sad day (actually it's been a sad sad decade when you look at the majority of it but I don't want to go there) when pissed off politicians masquerading as leaders decide to silence one of the most popular television shows out there. And I'm not just talking about late night. You are beloved.  I think/hope you know that. ...

  We've had our challenges with wildlife.  There is a fence around our backyard to keep "larger" wildlife (deer and bear) out.  When the fence that was there when we moved in had issues, we had it replaced (https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2025/10/do-fence-me-in.html ).  Smaller critters (chipmunks and some squirrels) get in, but they aren't really destructive.  And then there are lots of birds, which I enjoy watching.  (My husband has seen a hummingbird this year, but I haven't which bums me out.) But even with this new fence we've had some challenges:   https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2025/11/calling-carl-spackler.html .  But with the long winter, perhaps we'd gotten complacent.  As the weather has FINALLY gotten warmer (as I write this it's suddenly in the 90s when we'd had the heat on over the weekend), this guy came back.  (Last time I called him/her Sly and I'm going to resume that an ASSume that it's the same gro...

  I went to church today, as I do most Sundays.  The day's sermon started off with a TRUE Story, which devastated me and I had to hold back my emotions for the rest of the sermon.  As a Christian, but more importantly as a HUMAN BEING, the story which the priest relayed, hurt.  And it made me ashamed for what our nation has become. The story wasn't really a story at all.  It was a letter (okay an email) from a fellow clergy person in his former parish.   This email had been sent to all the parishioners past and present to announce the fact that they were leaving/retiring and moving to Spain.  It's important to note that in addition to being a member of the clergy, this person had also served in the military, so you know they had seen and experienced things that were ugly in their lifetime.  I also think that ANYONE who serves has a sense of commitment and belief in America and is brave/courageous no matter how or when they served. So wh...

  It was a week.  (Aren't they all?)  But this was a wackier week than most.  (Maybe...)  There was a lot going on   (At least in my boring world.)  Things like: ·          Plumbing issue:  If you recall ( https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2026/05/happy-beeping-mothers-day.html ), we had an “issue” on Sunday.  I got a text bright and early from the plumbing/HVAC company that a tech was on the way.  The problem was fixed relatively quickly (removed the filter completely and replaced it with some piping.)  No more leak, but boy those easy fixes aren’t cheap.  (What is?) ·          Annual physical:  Had the first appointment of the morning:  7 am.  Doors opened just before then and I checked in and waited at the South Nurse's station (as told).  The lights were off and no one was there.  A minute later someone showe...

 It's not as crazy as it sounds.  (Though it does sound pretty crazy)  Here's what happened. Ever since we moved to the Poconos, I've been thinking we should get a queen sized bed for the guest bedroom.  Right now we have a twin that came all the way from the shore. There's no wrong with it but if we have guests only one person can sleep there. Basically it's the bedroom that my son has been using. But I want to have something larger for my in-laws when they come to visit. I've been debating this for a while and was uncertain what to do. Then I found out that my neighbor (the one with the giant skeleton on his front lawn), works as a manager at Mattress Firm. I figured he would be a good person to go to discuss mattresses... after all I trusted him and I know that he is an honest human being.  Back in January, we talked and he told me of his stores was going to be shutting down and I would be able to get a decent deal. That sounded like a good thing to me. ...

It's a day for celebrating mothers. Not necessarily women who have given birth, but to all women who nurture and mother.  And that means practically any woman who cares for anyone.    My Mother's Day was not going to be spent with my son as he is wrapping up his junior year at college. I told him this morning that we would celebrate when he packs up all his belongings and comes home in the middle of the week. My plans for the actual day were to go to church, come home and have coffee and cinnamon rolls and then relax. I was hoping that I could go outside and get some sun.   Some of that has happened (coffee and cinnamon rolls), some has not.   (Where is that sun?)   What I will say is that my Mother's Day started out way too early and not at all in the way that I had expected. My Mother's Day started at around 2:30 in the morning when I woke up and I could hear a beeping sound. (Never a good thing.)   My first thought was that it might be the batte...