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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.


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.


Christmas Eve 2020

We spent the evening with mom and dad. Just like every year. We see them every day so no worries over Covid (since thatโ€™s the first thing to come to peoples minds). We see a lot of people every day.

We had dinner and exchanged gifts and then sat,without phones, and talked for a couple of hours. And thatโ€™s what we used to do. Itโ€™s just proper sitting there with no real distractions except the kids acting goofy.

Itโ€™s nice.

Our neighbor, letโ€™s call her Ms. Betty (because thatโ€™s her name) lost her husband this year.

Mom and Dad always watched over them and on holidays when we have big meals we always took them a plate. And that tradition continues. The wife and I took the food down this time.

Sheโ€™s alone now, of course, and the we stayed and chatted with her a bit before going back to mom and dads. But I can feel her loneliness.

Itโ€™s so very sad.

I wrote that last bit because it makes me appreciate what I have. The wife, kids, mom and dad. My work, the friends I have at work and the customers I see every week.

They are all a part of my life and it makes it full.

Appreciate what you have. And if you donโ€™t have it, try to find it. Family is everything. No matter how bad it gets sometimes.

Good friends, your tribe, your gang! It doesnโ€™t have to blood. Sometimes family isnโ€™t.

Merry Christmas!

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.



I spend a lot of time on the road. I have lots of time to think and this mornings thoughts turned to the fact that Iโ€™ve got it pretty good.

I have a family, a roof over my head and food on the table.

The wife and I both have jobs so we can provide for our family.

My parents are still living and healthy. And thank God for that because they are extremely helpful with the kids.

They were before Covid and are even more so now in the time of Covid.

There are a lot of people that have it so much worse.

I met a lady today, she was in town from the coast. Her father had passed away, just a couple of days before Christmas.

I expressed my sympathy and she said, โ€œThank you. He went in his sleep, just like he always wanted.โ€

(My father has often said heโ€™d rather just go to sleep and not wake up when itโ€™s his time.)

Apparently, he had some health issues prior to this. It was expected but sudden, so a bit unexpected.

And here she was, kind of chipper even. Some people can put on such a brave face in times of tragedy. And I hope that peace is with her when sheโ€™s alone. Because I feel like thereโ€™s a time coming where it all will just hit her at once. And that can be the loneliest feeling in the world. So prayers to you, maโ€™am, wherever you are tonight.

And so Iโ€™m grateful for what I have and what I havenโ€™t lost yet. And the example I was shown today. Real grace in a rough time.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.


One Of Those Days

Went to work and it was a half day I coulda split to the rest of the week.

Took my son to the doctor last week thinking he was sick and got a negative test for strep. Back today…itโ€™s strep! (At least itโ€™s not Covid. Thank God.)

I had a dental appointment that did not go as planned.

But you know what? Even on a bad day I have good things to look at.

I could not have a job.

I could not have insurance to help take care of my families medical needs.

We could be completely screwed.

But we arenโ€™t.

The thing about the bad days is that there are always good days to look ahead to. They canโ€™t all be the best day ever because then thereโ€™d never be a best day ever.

That would be a bland and boring life indeed.

Youโ€™d not know true joy. You wouldnโ€™t build any character. No experience.

And without experience, no wisdom.

So hereโ€™s to better days.

Stopped at one of my favorite places on the way in this morning.

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I Took The Kids

Shopping. I took the kids shopping today.

Mom has to get her CEUs in and needed a quiet house.


So we went out in search of Christmas presents for mom and to pick up the elder childโ€™s glasses that came in yesterday.

Fun day. Tiring day. I almost forgot to post tonight.

If youโ€™ve never watched Two Sentence Horror Stories, itโ€™s on Netflix and fairly entertaining.

Iโ€™m probably a late adopter again.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.


The Promised Land

Before I start, this isnโ€™t a religious post or a post about freedom and liberty.

No. This is about a journey and the things that happened along the way. A journey to get to a place we were at the whole time.

Several decades ago, a writing team came up with an idea for a comedy/SciFi show for British television. I donโ€™t know all the particulars but the first thing I saw was this.

This is from the episode Tongue Tied and is a better filmed image than the first episode. But fans will nitpick and theyโ€™ll also get the first episode feel.


Whatโ€™s happeninโ€™, dudes?

This is an SOS distress call from the mining ship Red Dwarf. The crew are dead, killed by a radiation leak. The only survivors are Dave Lister, who was in suspended animation during the disaster, and his pregnant cat, who was safely sealed in the hold. Revived three million years later, Lister’s only companions are a life form who evolved from his cat, and Arnold Rimmer, a hologram simulation of one of the dead crew. I am Holly, the ship’s computer, with an IQ of 6000, the same IQ as 6000 PE teachers.”

The wife and I had moved to a new apartment on a Saturday. No cable until the following Monday. So I rigged up a make shift antenna on the TV (tube TV, thatโ€™s how far back the story goes) and all we could get was PBS.

And that was okay. Back then, PBS had some fairly entertaining stuff on Saturday nights.

The first thing that came up was Red Dwarf.

Every Saturday night we got to catch an episode or two. Right from the first episode.

And we were hooked.

The next three times we moved the series would start over again. It was like a good luck charm. And we would watch it all over, again.

Then we moved to our house here and it wasnโ€™t on PBS anymore. So that Saturday morning we went out looking for the DVDs and found them.

And that first Saturday night we watched the first series.

Itโ€™s a tradition for our home. A weird one, maybe. But itโ€™s ours.

Now weโ€™ve passed that on to our daughter and son.

Weโ€™ve been to The End and The Beginning. Weโ€™ve been Tongue Tied and Backwards. Weโ€™ve encountered everything from Despair Squids to Pleasure Gelfs.

Donโ€™t even get us started on Polymorphs.

Weโ€™ve seen the Boys from the Dwarf get into and out of all kinds of scrapes. Weโ€™ve seen them become heroโ€™s and be the villains.

Itโ€™s a great ride.

And then we come to The Promised Land.

I wasnโ€™t going in with high hopes for a feature length episode. I was thinking that might be pushing it for this show.

I was surprised. It was something I would have paid for at a theater. And I wish I could have seen it all on the big screen.

So here we are, at journeys end and we find out:

The Promised Land is not a planet.

Itโ€™s a place in your heart.

Itโ€™s a way of thinking.

It sounds a bit like home. But the building doesnโ€™t make a home, the people do.

And now weโ€™ve gone through it all. The family has seen the whole thing. Taken the entire journey.

And it was smegging fantastic.



Iโ€™ll get up and have my coffee, get ready, and head out.

Iโ€™m going to vote first, as is my right.

Then Iโ€™m going to travel freely between there and my place of business, as is my right.

Iโ€™ll be there for several hours, performing tasks in exchange for a wage I have agreed to, as is my right.

And my employer will let me, or not, as is their right.

Then Iโ€™ll come home and enjoy the fruits of my labor, as is my…well, I think youโ€™re beginning to get the point of this.

No matter what happens tomorrow we all need to be on the same page, chapter and verse about what we are as a country.

I know it isnโ€™t going to happen but I am hopeful that some of us can see eye to eye. There are those of us who donโ€™t wish to harm another living soul. To just live peacefully and enjoy what weโ€™ve worked for. Some of us will even help out folk from time to time if we feel itโ€™s necessary. And if itโ€™s welcome.

Be peaceful. Be kind. Be decent.


Knights To Nomads Part 10: The Gym

This weeks video is short. We are coming to the end of the old structure and it has taken a little over ten weeks for the demolition. I wonder if we will see a new building by the end of summer 2021?

It would be great for the students to return to The Castle at the beginning of a new school year.

Either way, when they do start the new building Iโ€™m going to be their filming it go up.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.


The Powerโ€™s Back…

And not a minute too soon.

I had to finish up something.

Something important.

My daughters birthday is tomorrow and Iโ€™m making her something sheโ€™ll like.

He went insane picking a skeletons nose.

This would have been done right after work but with the power out there was no way, I was up at 3:30 this morning to go to work and, shortly, Iโ€™ll probably pass out.

Iโ€™m not even going to proofread this post. This might be all gibberish.

Of course, I could be standing in front of a mirror in an insane asylum somewhere just screaming โ€œBLOG. BLOG. BLOG.โ€ at a mirror.

What do I know?

But this is my reality.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.


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