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Out, Again

The wife and I took off for a bit of Christmas shopping today without the kids.

Lists have been chopped down to 25% at least. This makes me happy. I have to find a few more things for the kids.

She started asking me what I’d like for Christmas.

Almost any bladed tool/weapon makes me happy.

Mostly id like to be surprised.


I have a lot of wants but not many needs. I need my family, a roof over my head, a working vehicle, and a way to make money. Then I’m pretty much good.

I need God.

Everything else is a want that I can work toward and decide if I want to afford it or not.

Short today but…

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Knights To Nomads: Mt. Pisgah (Where We Came From)

Old draft of a post I started and never posted.

It’s important to know where you’re going.

It’s more important to not forget where you came from.

All of us end up Knights now. But we didn’t all start that way.

Some of us were Patriots.

Some of us never attended the middle school and went straight from our respective elementary schools straight to seventh grade at North Central. Straight to being a Knight.

I wonder what the new consolidated elementary school mascot will be?

A lot of us started out as Rams at Mt. Pisgah. I did.

This was posted by Miles Gardner on May 23, 2019:

In the early 1920’s, a rural high school was established at the western edge of the Mt. Pisgah community, bordering Buffalo. Before that, rural children had to come into Kershaw (and usually board there with relatives or friends) for the last (then) two years of school. Only a very few did so. The new school’s working name for some time was Carjolley, an amalgam of the surnames of its three trustees. Mt. Pisgah High School lasted until consolidation in 1979, but for most of its history its premier sport was basketball. Here is a team from c. 1936-37.

In 2024 Mt. Pisgah, still functioning as an elementary school, will be 100 years old.

I think that by that time the last Ram will have left those halls. It’s sad and we hate to see it go. But things move on.

Progress. You don’t have to like it, but you have to accept it sometimes.

Mt. Pisgah 2020 (Seegars)

Never forget where you came from and who you were. It makes you who you are.

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Power Outage (The Ongoing Crisis)

We don’t know what happened, just that there’s a prolonged outage.

It’s a good thing I’m of a β€œstay ready and you don’t have to get ready” frame of mind as far as having flashlights, warm sleeping bags, extra battery packs for the phones, etc.

And I have attachments to cameras for lights and such. All LED and low power consumption with plenty of batteries.


I’ve got the kids bagged and covered, which sounds like I’m transporting them to a black site, but it’s sleeping bags and extra blankets. So nice and warm. At least it ain’t the coldest night of the year.


My daughter informed me that the sleeping bag makes her colder and that β€œshe doesn’t like it.” She’s 17, and now I’m worried about her. I don’t even want to figure that statement out. It hurts my brain.


Times like this, I wish I had a generator, but there’s very little need for one here due to outages and weather. It’s just another thing I’d have to maintain that isn’t being used.


No coffee tonight. Nope, I had everyone go ahead and get a hot shower while we still had hot water in the water heater. I’m sitting here enjoying a nice cup of warm chocolate. Yep. It sucks. Lol.


The power dropped out at about 1830. The wife had to pick up our daughter at school late because of guard stuff and me and the boy were enjoying CoD team matches and cooking supper.

I’d just pulled the lasagna and bread out of the oven, and that’s when the power went out.

Some good points:

1. It’s not summer. Summer power outages and trying to sleep during them are torture. I can’t stand it. Sweaty and hot in bed is okay sometimes, but not when you just want to sleep.

B. Supper was done, and it was still hot. At least we had a good meal. Power is also out in part of town, we hear, so takeout may not have been an option.

3. This ain’t the end of the world. Its just an inconvenience of the modern world. You’re ancestors got along fine without ever having heard of electricity.


Hopefully the power will be back on by morning so we can get off to work and school not looking like wartime refugees.

I’m about to lay down and read now. I’ll add to this in the morning.

The time is 2030.


While the power was out I took this:

A study in dark and light, black and white.

I used the flashlight balanced on the windshield and an iPhone 13 Pro. I like it. Completely dark garage, otherwise.


And the power came back about twenty minutes ago.

There is nothing like being almost out reading a book and then suddenly being blinded by the modern world fairing back. The light, the sound. Beeps and whizzes and whirs.

I was really enjoying the silence.

And that’s today’s adventure.

Work was work.

We found out someone hit a pole causing the outage. I pray they’re okay.

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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The End

Yeah, it’s almost the end of the week. It makes me happy. It hasn’t been as rough as the previous week but rough enough miles and timewise.

We’ve had a couple of cases of Covid in the marching band and it has cut back on the number of members who are able to perform. It’s not looking too good for the rest of the season.

I hate it for the kids, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. But I have some ideas about all of this.


I stopped in at a local place today to get my oil changed and my tires rotated. Thirty minutes, tops.

I asked them to check the brakes while I was there because I was getting a little squeal out of the driver-side front. An hour and a half later, I had new brakes as well.

And that’s OK because it’s money well spent. It’s a necessity. You have to take care of your vehicle.

Stopping and slowing down are wildly popular with me.


And that’s it, band is over for the year. Too many kids are quarantined or have Covid. And I hate it but I’m sure the sick ones will be fine. I have faith in that.

I hate it for all of them as far as competitions and marching band go. It’s a messed up situation.

They’ve done so very well this year. They’ve put their hearts into it. But them’s the breaks sometimes.


I have an idea I want to run by the band director. Maybe he’ll bite. My wife and kids kike the idea.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Still Got The Shovel

Some will understand that title, and some won’t.

I was listening to several podcasts today, which ones and which podcasters don’t matter.

What I was listening to was revelations about what has gone down in Loudon County, VA.

A man’s daughter was allegedly sexually assaulted in a bathroom at school by a boy in a dress. They can say he’s transgender or whatever. That part doesn’t matter to me.

The father came to speak to the fact at a public school board meeting where it was denied by the school board and school superintendent that anything untoward had happened like that in the district. Which was a flat-out lie. There was a police report of the incident. A rape kit was administered.

The father was upset and ended up being removed and arrested at the meeting. The alleged perpetrator got ten days home arrest.

The father was arrested.

This girl is in the ninth grade.

The boy also has another accusation against him for doing the same thing.

I wouldn’t bat an eye if the father hunted him down. And while I’m not in favor of such violence sometimes, it’s justified. In a father’s eyes.

I’m a father of two children: a son and a daughter.

And here is where I stand.

You come to harm either of them in such a way, and you forfeit any protection by the law in my eyes.

You are mine.

This isn’t an intention to harm anyone.

My child, your life.

This probably puts me on a list somewhere.

I don’t care.


No apology; this isn’t the usual thing for this blog. But this event got under my skin. It should make the blood of any father that cares for their child boil.

Since I heard this and did some research, nothing else could have been written tonight.

An eye for an eye.

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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Bad Monday

I spent the day in an ER. After everything that happened this weekend, I started feeling some pains at work this morning that weren’t right, so I went to urgent care. They sent me to the ER to get an EKG and blood work done.

I’ll be the last to admit it, but I’m getting older, best to play it safe.

It turns out that my heart is fine, my lungs are fine, my bloodwork showed nothing abnormal.

I’m not immortal, but sometimes I feel like it. And that feeling will get me killed one day. So I’m going to start making some lifestyle and diet changes.

Because that’s part of being a good dad and a good husband, sticking around.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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