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Marching Band Season Is Upon Me

β€œHi. My name is Seegars. And I’m a band dad.”

There’s no support group for this. No band dads anonymous. No. My wife was a band geek, and now both my kids are band geeks, and I get pulled along kicking and screaming and being my general gruff, mean-looking self. But to tell you the truth, I love watching what these kids produce.

If you tell anyone what I just said I will hunt you down and do unspeakable things to you.


The nice (?) part of this is that I have time to myself the next couple of days during band tryouts. The kids have to audition, and the band director decides who he cuts. Some will be overjoyed, and some will be crushed, but kids need these kinds of hard lessons. I am confident both of mine will be in the marching band again this year.


With my brief freedom, I get a lot of things done.

Today I installed some more lights in the garage. A couple of motion-sensitive LEDs over the parking spots for the cars. I like that I don’t have to worry about switching them off and the added bonus of pulling into the garage with light for security.

Also, I’m not blind, but my eyes aren’t what they used to be.

Added to my chores in the evenings is cooking super. Lasagna tonight Tacos tomorrow night.

And I take over the dishwashing because the kids don’t get home till seven.

Wait a damned minute! This doesn’t seem like freedom at all!

I’m asking for a raise.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Boys Day Out

My daughter is gone on a trip with the band and since it was the boys first year he didn’t go.

We had a boys day out today. We went to get our haircuts, did some shopping, hit up Walmart and Lowes, grabbed some lunch, and took a friend along.

My daughters prized possession and favorite fella in the world, Pengu, her stuffed penguin, who she’s had since she was two.

This may have aggravated her, but I hope she knows we were thinking of her and trying to make her laugh.

We had a good day. A great day.

Then we came back home and helped mom around the house and got clothes done, cooked dinner, and then settled down to a game of CoD.

We made that Legendary status we were after tonight. He was so proud.

It has been a long day, especially for a stuffed penguin.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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The Final kNight

This was the last big show of the year. It’s my opinion, and it’s incredibly personal to me, so it’s most definitely skewed is that this show would have won one of those medals up for grabs at state.

I haven’t had the opportunity to see the entire show. I was sick for a bit and missed a couple of Saturday’s. Then the wide was sick.

Then the band had several kids down and sick with covid, and others were quarantined due to close contact so they had to miss state competitions.

The only regret I feel is for the seniors. They lost two years out of this with the tornado and covid.

But they all came across as supportive of the younger kids and told them how impressed they were and happy that they all came together. They’re family.

All in all, not a bad year.

Sometimes you can’t count wins in trophies and medals.

These kids are the North Central Silver Knights Marching Band. Two of them are mine by blood, and my wife has pretty much adopted the rest of them. By no fault of my own, I have a lot of kids I watch over in a way. And I could not be prouder.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Friday Knight Lights

I’m writing something right now that has nothing to do with what my wife just sent me.

My daughter is in her junior year in high school.

She has been in the marching band for almost five years. She plays trumpet and mellophone.

My son is in the sixth grade. This year he was invited to try out for the high school marching band. He went for percussion. He made it.

There are some definite benefits to the discipline that marching band gives both of them.

There is a pride that I have watching both of them develop over the past couple of years and this year.

My two Silver Knights.

I wrote the other night that marching band season and competition are over for the band this year. And it is.

Plans are in the works, though. People have some big aspirations for next year, and I wish them all they hope for.

Win or lose, it’s all about the journey.

It’s dusty in here.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Out

I’m not much for the mall. I grab what I want and get out.

Yesterday as part of my daughter’s birthday, I took her and a friend to the mall to shop. Sounds like a horrible time for an older guy, but we do what we have to for our kids.

So I took the hit. I walked behind and held back. I let them do their thing.

And I watched.

I watched my daughter interact with her friend. And it was kind of magical.

I don’t get to see this side of her much. Her face lit up and actually having conversation. And seeing her purely happy not worrying about homework and matching band, etc.

Her friend, Kimmie, is one if the best influences in her life. That kid works at school, home, and even has a job at sixteen. She appreciates the value of a dollar. She appreciates the importance of friendship. I have a lot of respect and admiration for her.

I sat on benches outside stores for more time than I have in all my fifty-three years.

But it was worth it.

Just to see them smile.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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BACK

I left the house at 4:30. For the first time, I was late for a reset.

It is what it is.

I’m not going to stop caring, but I have to stop letting this stress me.

Basically, I’m resetting a whole aisle of potato chips today. We do this every year, twice a year. Usually it’s with three people. Today I am alone.

I am following the old patterns. Set 8’, take a break. I can’t let it overwhelm me, I’ve got a lot of other stuff to do in the store, and then I have to go to another store.


Not bad. Four hours and seventeen minutes on the reset. I could have done it in three hours with help. Maybe.

OR help would have slowed me down.


There’s a goal for today. Not just to stay on my feet after the first part of the week.


And done for the day. So tired. It ended at 4:00.

Came home. Browned some hamburger for supper and set up for the festivities later.


She turned seventeen today. It has been quite the journey the last couple of years. I posted to Instagram today about it being one big adventure, and it has.

I never imagined being a father. I can’t remember not being one for the most part. She, her brother, and their mother are my world.

They’re the reason I put in long days when I have to.

It ain’t all sunshine and roses. If life was like that it wouldn’t be worth living.

You wouldn’t recognize the good times.

Grumpy teenager shows teeth in rare display of happiness.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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First Day And Accomplishments

It’s only August 5th, and the kids are already going back to school. It is way too early for school. Summer isn’t over. We used to get out in May and go back after Labor Day.

I wouldn’t say I like this.

I now have a sixth-grader and a junior in High School.

I am getting old.

I wouldn’t say I like this.


Both of the kids are in the High School marching band and I am extremely proud of both of them.

Logan shines in the band. It’s her thing. I have never seen such a change come over a person when they take the field. She goes to battleβ€”a completely different kid from her usual laid-back self.

Sam was invited to try out for the high school band this year (he’s a sixth-grader), and he made it. He’s in the percussion section. Today was the first day of middle school.

He’s in middle school band class with a couple of kids from his elementary. One of them is Mallory, with who he has been in a rivalry since kindergarten. Grades, sports, etc.

She is a pretty thorn in his side.

He was talking about band class and mentioned that Mallory was in that class with him.

I look over and say, β€œSam, you did it. You beat Mallory. You’re in the high school band!”

He’s been walking around the house grinning like an idiot for the last thirty minutes. β€œI did it! I’ma have a celebratory donut!”

Celebratory Donut

You take the losses with a good attitude. But everyone should celebrate themselves every once in a while.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Band Stuff

πš†πšŽ 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πš—πšŽπš πšœ πšŠπš—πš 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πš‹πšŠπš πš—πšŽπš πšœ.

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πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™΄πš•πšπšŽπšœπš

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πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™»πš’πšπšπš•πšŽπšœπš

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π™Έβ€™πš– πšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πš™πš›πš˜πšžπš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽπš– πš‹πš˜πšπš‘.


π™°πš—πš πš—πš˜πš  πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πšŠπš πš—πšŽπš πšœ. πšƒπš‘πšŽπš’β€™πš›πšŽ πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πšπš›πšŠπš πš–πšŽ, πš”πš’πšŒπš”πš’πš—πš πšŠπš—πš πšœπšŒπš›πšŽπšŠπš–πš’πš—πš, πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽπš–.

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πšƒπš‘πšŽ πš πš’πšπšŽ πš’πšœ 𝚊 πš‹πšŠπš—πš πšπšŽπšŽπš” πšŠπš—πš’πš πšŠπš’. π™΄πš—πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πšœπšŠπš’πš.

H͟e͟r͟e͟ w͟e͟ β€ŠΝŸgo͟.

πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš’πš. πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš˜πšœπš.

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The Coupon

When my daughter was small she gifted me with a coupon.

Often I will put out my arms for a hug and just say β€œCoupon.” as she rolls her eyes but smiles and hugs me anyway.

This coupon also extends to her mother, although I am the original and current bearer of the coupon.

I have it hidden in a secret spot. Safe from anyone who might want to destroy it.

She’ll never find it.

I will leave it for her one day, when the inevitable happens.

Here’s hoping that’s gonna be a while.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Old Pic

This was an old toy flashlight of my daughters. For years I had it sitting on top of the light on my work bench in the garage. It was a reminder of when she was little, I suppose.

One day it fell and smashed to bits.

We lose things along the way and only have memories of them to hold onto.

If we’re lucky, we’ll have an old pic or two.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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