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400

Today marks four hundred days that Iโ€™ve been blogging here.

I havenโ€™t missed a single day. It has been a lesson in discipline.

I didnโ€™t start writing this for followers or to share any great truths. I write about whatโ€™s on my mind, what Iโ€™ve been doing, and where Iโ€™m going.

I’ve shared some pics, my family, a little of our lives.

I feel like something is about to change.

But, weโ€™ll see. You never know where life will take you.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Quarantine (No Consistency)

I took the day off today to have a day. I was going to kick back, watch some TV and have my time. The same plan I had last Wednesday that went awry.

It was a nice day weather-wise.

My wife has a meeting on Wednesday mornings, and she overslept, so I offered to take our son to school. That way, she wouldnโ€™t have to drop him off and my daughter off, and she would make it to work on time for her meeting.

That was at 8:15.

Sure enough 10 oโ€™clock rolled around, and I got a phone call.

โ€œMr. Seegars, your son has been identified as a close contact with a child who has Covid. You will need to come to pick him up.โ€

Now, weโ€™re not getting overexcited about all this. It doesnโ€™t mean that he has Covid. The way they test here itโ€™s completely plausible that the other kid doesnโ€™t have Covid either.

Now, the reason Iโ€™m writing about this, not just because itโ€™s about my day, no it’s about the total circus that I had to go through to pick up my child from school.

I arrived at the school with my mask on (wear the damned mask) and walked into the office. There’s this large plexiglass shield so that the covid won’t get directly on anyone, and I had to yell at the unmasked secretary to get her to pay attention to the fact that someone was standing directly in front of her. She was too busy on her phone.

You’re a school district employee sitting in front of a tax payer on your phone. Wise up.

She was sufficiently put off about having to do her job.

Then I was told Iโ€™d have to go back to the lobby. Again, no one in the office is wearing a mask. Is it for Covid reasons? No. It’s for security reasons. The doors are badged and secured so not just anyone can walk in. What if someone dangerous walked through the door?

Well, guess what? I can be considered someone dangerous, trained by Uncle Sam to be dangerous. Not that I would ever do anything to endanger the lives of anyone around me. But the very reason those doors are there made me kind of laugh. They are not taking security seriously, it’s no joking matter. I take the safety and security of our children in this day and age very seriously. What if the wrong person does walk through those doors?

While I was waiting on my son, I needed to talk to the school nurse. I needed to ask if my daughter who is in high school, would have to quarantine as well because she’s in constant contact with my son.

Here we go again. The secretary isn’t on her phone this time; she’s talking to a coworker. They were close enough to kiss. I knocked on the window, and they both looked at me and then continued to talk.

And so I made my presence known. By loudly banging on the window.

โ€œI need to talk to the nurse please.โ€

โ€œSheโ€™s on the phone.โ€

โ€œWill you please let her know I need to talk to her.โ€

โ€œAfter she gets off the phone. Please sit down.โ€

She did not let the nurse know. I remained standing because I do what I want.


My son came out, and I had to tell him to go back and get his drum kit from the band room. He walks back through the office past the unmasked folk and goes back to the band room to get his drum kit. Wouldn’t it have been safer, given the situation, for one of the folks from the office to get said kit so that my possibly infected son decreased the amount of contact with anyone else in the school? I guess not.

We sat another ten minutes waiting for the nurse, at which time I had to ask again to talk to the nurse.

Then she comes out and asked why I was leaving without talking to her first.

One, they rushed me out.

Two, I couldn’t get permission from Her Majesty over there to speak to you.

Three, I don’t know the protocol. It’s my first time.

Hell, itโ€™s yโ€™allโ€™s fiftieth time and y’all don’t know what the protocol is.

My daughter doesn’t have to quarantine, which is fine. It makes absolutely no sense at all. But this is fine.


OK, so I am not anti-mask. There is a time and place still for that. Itโ€™s a personal choice. I have to wear one at work. All our schools are seeing increases in Covid cases. It would make sense to me that if any of these adults are around a child who is suspected even of having Covid that they would put on a mask. This is not the case. Again, itโ€™s a personal choice. There is no mandate in South Carolina. To me itโ€™s common sense.

The fact that my son was allowed to walk back-and-forth through the school while being suspected of having close contact with someone with Covid bothers me. Iโ€™m there to take him home to quarantine him for two weeks, why are you letting him walk back-and-forth through the school?

The security thing is a whole other issue. Public education often gets worse because the people who are running things have public educations. But these are people who were raised in a time when they taught you something you needed to know in schoolโ€”things like common sense. Which it is said cannot be taught, but you can be taught to mimic it.

Iโ€™m going to end my little rant here. I pray that my son is okay. I pray that the other child, his friend, is okay.

On the educational side, Iโ€™m not worried about him not being at school. Heโ€™s brighter than most of the kids I meet anyway. He has his moments where he is nothing but a dumb kid. But heโ€™s clever, quick, and heโ€™s going to do alright no matter what.

If I were going to give the school district a letter grade today, it would be an F-. only because I think thatโ€™s as low as you can go.

Yโ€™all need to get your crap together.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Time Slips Away


It doesnโ€™t take long to stop and enjoy what you happen to enjoy in life. Itโ€™s really only stopping for five minutes and taking in whatโ€™s around you. I donโ€™t take my camera out of the bag enough; Iโ€™m guilty of looking straight down the road and only focusing on the destination as of late when I should be taking time to enjoy the journey.


Thereโ€™s so much to see and I forget sometimes that I have to work for a living; I am a husband and father, and those come first. And I like my job and love my family.


But what I do, not best and not what I enjoy most, whatโ€™s at my core and gives me peace and alone time is this:

Just wandering and exploring and watching the revival of this and destruction of that. Iโ€™m an observer; I keep the record so that others might see what we were and what we are to become.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Good Old Days (A Glimpse At My Past)

My daughter went out on her first real night out with friends Friday night.

What started as three girls turned into three girls, two guys, and a little sister. All band geeks. And that’s cool.

This Easter. She’s still a kid, even at sixteen. Plus, candy.

She was sitting there last night telling us about what they did and mentioned, โ€œwe went and got Taco Bell and sat in the bank parking lot and ate,โ€ and then she just smiled.

One of those smiles of pure joy.

I remember those days. Just plain and simple. Happy.

Nothing beats that.


Yeah. Thatโ€™s good.

I think Iโ€™ll leave it there tonight.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

Seegars

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 battleโ€”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. Heโ€™s in the percussion section. Today was the first day of middle school.

Heโ€™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, โ€œSam, you did it. You beat Mallory. You’re in the high school band!โ€

He’s been walking around the house grinning like an idiot for the last thirty minutes. โ€œI did it! Iโ€™ma have a celebratory donut!โ€

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.

Seegars

Friday Knights

I spent the last part of the evening with the band at the school, getting a few videos and pics.

For the first week of band camp and with so many new members, their sound is excellent. Their movement in marching looks excellent as well. I’m not as picky as the band director. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I know; it’s his job to be picky. That bronze and silver state medal aren’t hanging there waiting for the gold to join them because he’s easy on them.

I want him to know that they wouldn’t be the band they are without him. He’s the reason there’s a marching band program.


My two.

I’m partial to the the mellophone and percussion sections this year. One child in each.


It has been a long week for all four of us. Eight-hour workdays all around. It’s a good thing for all of us but hard on Sam. He has never had to put in this kind of effort for something like marching band. But he’s enjoying it.

Logan is in her zone. I love seeing her this passionate over something. It’s her thing.

It’s late. I’m tired.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

The End

Mom and Dad are getting older and have decided to sell their place in the mountains. This has been our vacation place for the past six years.

Logan takes things as they come. It hasnโ€™t bothered her much, although I know in the back of her mind sheโ€™ll miss it.

Sam is a bit upset. This is what he has known since he was four. I explained to him that now weโ€™ll widen our travel area. Weโ€™ll make it a bigger adventure. And that piqued his interest.

We will still be mountain folk though the beach isnโ€™t for us.

The wife and I arenโ€™t looking forward to the hotel bills. But weโ€™ve already found a small place in the same town that we love (see the post about Route 19 Inn), so you know there are other places out there for us.

Me? Iโ€™m wondering where Iโ€™m going to get my coffee.

I donโ€™t do coffee shops. Youโ€™ll never find me in a Starbucks. I don’t do McCafรฉs or frappรฉs.

Nope. Iโ€™ve been going to the same gas station getting my coffee for my #CoffeeByTheCreek posts for the last six years.

Iโ€™ve made friends with the old fella that runs the place. He remembers me year after year. โ€œHello, my friend. It has been two years almost since I saw you last!โ€

Iโ€™ll bet we talked thirty minutes last Friday. I’ll miss that.

So here’s to on down the road, bigger adventures, and new creeks.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Back In The Mountains: Day 5: Headed Home

We’re heading home today, and I’m already feeling the tension.

We have a few spots to hit on the way back.


I wrote that early this morning and plans changed.


Sam and Logan

We headed on down the parkway after hitting Soco Tower. We always stop there. Itโ€™s billed as โ€œThe Most Photographed View in The Smokyโ€™s.โ€ That may be an exaggeration, but the folks who own it are friendly, and they have a neat little gift shop at the bottom.

Soco Tower cost .50 per person. It’s a neat little throwback to simpler things. My parents used to take me up there, and so I take our kids. โ€˜Nuff said.


We finally made it onto the BRP around 11:00 AM.

We made a quick stop at Water Rock Knob for the view and tradition, then headed towards Devilโ€™s Courthouse.

We arrived at Devilโ€™s Courthouse and the weather was looking like rain, and we decided against it.

Other factors contributed to the decision: my back, the wife’s knees, and both kid’s ankles. We went a little too hard this weekend.


We headed on down the BRP towards Asheville and gave Sam the decision of getting off at Asheville and running home or going out to Linn Cove Viaduct to hike underneath. He chose the latter.

We were detoured due to a road closure we knew nothing about. Simple five-mile detour, but the Linn Cove Viaduct visitors center was closed.


The road home was long today, but I see the lights of Kershaw right now, and it’s good to be home.

I’m tired.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Iโ€™m With The Bandโ€ฆIndefinitely

My eldest found a love for the marching band and is entering her fourth year as a member.

She in turn has infected my youngest. I joke. I canโ€™t blame her.

Itโ€™s her motherโ€™s fault.

This week is marching band tryouts. He is the only fifth grader invited to tryouts. Do you see that face?

Now donโ€™t get me wrong, heโ€™s basically a happy kid. Heโ€™s shielded somewhat from what the world really is right now. Weโ€™re trying to shield him from it as much as possible.

But that face there is pure joy. I saw it on his sisters face when she found her place with the band.

It has been so good for her. That sense of belonging has given her confidence. It has also given her a sense of responsibility and a group to be loyal to outside of family.

And now he joins this group.

Hopefully.

Like I posted on IG:

This week works out favorable and Iโ€™m sฬถtฬถuฬถcฬถkฬถ happy to enjoy another six years as a band parent. #northcentralsilverknights

Tryouts arenโ€™t over.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

Seegars

Iโ€™m With The Band

Iโ€™ve just spent the better part of the afternoon/evening recording my daughter (and soon to be sons) marching band.

They had their spring concert tonight.

My daughter has been with the band for the last five years. My son has decided, after much research and sensible thinking, that sports are not for him. No, band seems much safer.

Until tonight when he was helping load the trailer and took a spill. Some hard road rash. Thereโ€™s danger in everything if youโ€™re unlucky enough.

Ouch.

But heโ€™ll be okay.

For now weโ€™re looking at an exciting future of band stuff. It ainโ€™t all fun. Thereโ€™s a lot of hard work ahead.

But heโ€™s up to it, just like his sister was.

Marching band has been one of the best things my daughter ever got into. It built her confidence and it has given her strength. And it has given her a family outside of family.

First time.

He even got to take the stage with the band tonight to help out. It was kind of an initiation. Tryouts are next month. We shall see.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.

Seegars

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