Bfth's Boring Blog

We're in the home stretch for the school year.  Before the month is over, my son will wrap up his junior year and I will have a high school senior!  Where did the time go?  Where is the time going? The last few weeks of the school year (even before we hit the last month) have become incredibly busy.  Have they always been this way?  Maybe I've just missed it because we haven't had a "real" school year since 2019.  There are many firsts that probably would not/should not have been firsts if his freshman and sophomore years had been what I expected.  But nothing has been what we've expected.  Nothing. So here's what he's (we've?) got on the table before summer officially begins: Creative Art Festival:  Does my son have any art for display?  He's not sure.  Will he be singing anything?  He doesn't think so.  Will he be presenting his one act play again?  (Which he co-directed and presented two weeks ago ...

  It's another Wednesday morning.  Memorial Day is coming up with the promise of a long holiday weekend and hopefully some warm weather.  The school year is starting to wrap up. I drive my son to school.  Its day 3 of a 4 day standardized test schedule for juniors and freshman.  Standardized tests are not something that my son generally does well with.  He had done another portion of this test earlier.  (Was it earlier this month?  Was it late last month?   No, wait it was March! Who can remember?)  Even though this test has not been proven (it's never been given before), passing is a requirement for graduation.  So this freaks me out.  (And resulted in an earlier blog post:    https://bfthsboringblog.blogspot.com/2022/03/first-you-must-fail.html )  It freaks me out because if you DO fail, the other paths to graduating are not very clear. One of the "alternative" paths is having an "acceptable"...

Trying to hold it together Trying Trying Trying to face life as it is Trying to help Trying to support Trying to hold it together Trying Trying Facing a future that I should have expected Hiding my head in the sand Even while holding it up; just a little Trying to hold it together Trying Trying Too many things being thrown my way One, two and three Personal, work and family Trying to hold it together Trying Trying Focus on one issue Compartmentalize and then Move on to the next Trying to hold it together Trying Trying Guiding down the pathway  No one wants to follow  No one wants to go even as you hold their hand attemping to make it better Trying to hold it together Trying Trying You can't fix it; you can't change things It's out of your control But you try to anyway; because hope (even when it is dashed) continues in your heart Trying to hold it together Trying Trying Trying to hold it together Trying Trying trying

  First off, although I am older and my memories (on certain things) are fading, I do very vividly remember that the word "parallel" was on a spelling test I had in 7th grade.  I couldn't spell it then, and I have to always double check it when I use it now.  I have a parallel problem. I see parallels between my son and myself.  I have some specific memories when I was a junior in high school.  The second half of the school year was when the show  M*A*S*H*   ended.  I had successfully found a t-shirt that I wanted which had Radar's teddy bear on it (I think I still have it tucked away somewhere) and I recall talking about the show the day after the finale ended in my English class.  (I had a very cool English teacher; I think she knows that.) I associate this time period with the time that my (maternal) grandfather had to move into what we called a nursing home.   Now a days they seem to call them assisted living, but it's the ...

 It's been over two years since I last commuted an office.  Before the pandemic took over my world in March 2020 I drove approximately 12 miles in the morning and the same 12 miles back home at night.  There was ALWAYS traffic and almost always some sort of construction.  It should have been a 30 minute ride each way, but it rarely ever was.  There were plenty of times where the highway was backed up and I took back roads, which were always incredibly crowded.  There were times when it took me over an hour to my destination (be it work or home; although if I recall correctly traffic issues were usually worse on the ride home).  The commute was a pain in the neck.  But I did it every day because that's what I did. Although on occasion, I did work from home, I couldn't imagine NOT commuting on a regular basis. I had always commuted and all of the jobs that I've held down in my lifetime were within a 15 mile radius of my home.  I wouldn't...

 Just last week I was  warning that "it" wasn't over .  Then Monday, I m entioned that I was exposed to someone who had tested positive for Covid .  Turns out that wasn't quite right.  I wasn't exposed, I was DOUBLE exposed.  Yes, I was exposed twice over the weekend!  After over two years of this dreaded plague (and having it for Christmas), I'm exposed TWICE! Now I shouldn't be too worried.  In the first instance, I was outdoors.  In the second, I was indoors, but in general not too close to the person who tested positive for an extended period of time.  It's been less than 6 months since I had Covid.  (Who could forget a Covid Christmas ?)  However... I'll take an at home test 5 days after the exposure.  (Any earlier and I could get a false negative...I want a TRUE negative. BE NEGATIVE!)  We're doing our best to stay away from people (socially distant isn't too difficult for my husband and myself...for my son, it'...

  Not to be confused with boredom eating or actual hunger.  (Me, eat because I'm actually HUNGRY?  Really????) Let me just say that I KNOW I shouldn't be doing this.  I KNOW this is mindless eating.  I KNOW I shouldn't be eating Utz Pub Mix non-stop.  (Let me say I'm blaming whoever it was who used to order snacks for the office, back in the days when I had a physical office that I WANTED to go to, who got me completely addicted to this stuff.)  If I am going to stuff my face with anything, it SHOULD be something healthy and not something that turns my fingers orange and salty.   But this isn't about knowledge.  It's about immediate comfort. (Comfort that I will come to regret later...and I KNOW I WILL regret it so why am I doing it in the first place?  This is NOT about being rational!)  This is about feeding my emotions and not my hunger.  No need to tell me it's wrong (I know it is) or that there are other...