Eight hour days with a few minutes over and under here and there ending the week with 40.54 hours.
That’s what I said I would do and I that’s what I did.
I didn’t put myself out this week. Some days were more stressful than others, but that’s the usual for most of us, yeah?
Next week is looking ugly.
I’m starting Sunday and calling in Ashe for backup. She has agreed to help me knock down the heavy lifting in her old store. I’m grateful.
Tomorrow is pretty much the entirety of my weekend. I have to go and film the marching band in the middle of the day. Luckily there’s something I need to find down that way. I need a new sling pack. So I’m going to do a little shopping, maybe.
Tonight I’ve been decompressing. I’ve played a little in between episodes of season eight of The Blacklist.
S8:E6 The Wellstone Agency.
Raymond has just learned of Glen’s death and is ranting about the last wishes he left him to fulfill. James Spader is at some of his funniest and best in this scene. I love the character.
Waiting for the wife and boy to get home from the game.
The girl, my eldest, is experiencing a nasty possible kidney infection. We are hoping it isn’t a kidney stone. I was afflicted by those quite a bit at one time. She takes after me both in demeanor and health. I’m trying to steer her the right way in both aspects of her life.
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.
I had another leak on Bruce. Same spot where we replaced the radiator hose.
Come to find out that the part the hose attaches to was the problem.
It was a tough part to remove and replace. We, me and Pop, spent the better part of the morning getting it out and back in. But it’s fixed.
During all this we had to remove a spindle that involves the serpentine belt so that we could actually reach the part. When we cranked it back up there was a horrible screech. Like banshees in a bag on fire beating a group of cats.
The truck still runs. It’s drivable. But they will hear you coming from miles away.
Still, no good for me.
I went on from working on the truck to going to the band competition and helping there, loading and unloading, etc.
84° in October in South Carolina may as well be 100°. Long story short, I was already worn out. I hadn’t eaten we’ll yesterday and I got a bit dehydrated fairly quickly. I have some minor problems with a recurring Hiatal hernia problem and I aggravated that.
Also, I try to film for the band and sat in the top of the bleachers in the sun which exacerbated the problem. That’s when Pop came over to check on me.
Good grandparents don’t miss grandkid stuff and they were there watching. Apparently while I was looking for them in the stands, I walked right passed them. I saw them but didn’t see them. Which cued mom to have dad come check on me.
The result was near heat exhaustion, and hernia problems knocked me down last night and today. I’ve been in and out of it on the couch. I feel 100% better than at 3 AM this morning.
Just to back track a bit, the wife received her second vaccine shot Friday. We ended up in the ER yesterday at 4 AM. She’s okay. Working through it. In my opinion our earlier fears are justified. She shouldn’t have been required to take the shot with her medical history. But this isn’t a medical or political page.
Sleep deprivation will throw you for a loop as well.
Today while I was somewhere in the void, Pop came and got the truck and replaced that part causing the noise. He wasn’t asked to. Didn’t have to.
He won’t even let me pay him.
And he told me, “I see what you do for your family and how hard you push. I don’t realize what you do sometimes.”
And I said thank you and he went back home.
And I stood in the garage and broke down. Because after all these years, he realizes, and that affects me in a healing sort of way.
And he knows, too.
What I do for my family I do out of love for my family. A lot of the time I do not matter. As long as they are safe and happy and healthy, I’m good.
It’s a joke from the old tv commercial. People make memes about it all the time.
What my dad knows is that I learned it from watching him. I’m a product of the way he raised me.
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.
My wife has a meeting on Wednesday mornings, and she overslept, so I offered to take our son to school. That way, she wouldn’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 o’clock rolled around, and I got a phone call.
“Mr. 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.”
Now, we’re not getting overexcited about all this. It doesn’t mean that he has Covid. The way they test here it’s completely plausible that the other kid doesn’t have Covid either.
Now, the reason I’m writing about this, not just because it’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 yourphone. Wise up.
She was sufficiently put off about having to do her job.
Then I was told I’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.
“I need to talk to the nurse please.”
“She’s on the phone.”
“Will you please let her know I need to talk to her.”
“After she gets off the phone. Please sit down.”
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, it’s y’all’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. It’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, it’s a personal choice. There is no mandate in South Carolina. To me it’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. I’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 school—things like common sense. Which it is said cannot be taught, but you can be taught to mimic it.
I’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, I’m not worried about him not being at school. He’s brighter than most of the kids I meet anyway. He has his moments where he is nothing but a dumb kid. But he’s clever, quick, and he’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 that’s as low as you can go.
It doesn’t take long to stop and enjoy what you happen to enjoy in life. It’s really only stopping for five minutes and taking in what’s around you. I don’t take my camera out of the bag enough; I’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.
There’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, what’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. I’m an observer; I keep the record so that others might see what we were and what we are to become.