Good Morning Ted and Jody:
The cold spell continues. However, it has a “bright” side; riding in the car is like driving though a white cathedral—the snow-covered trees, especially the evergreens. The cedars are draped with snow. It, however, is difficult to capture on a camera sensor. It requires getting out of the car in places where the car should not stop. I had Nancy take this while we were driving down the middle of the road (no traffic). We had neither wind nor significant sunlight since Tuesday morning. So, what fell Tuesday night and most of Wednesday is still close to pristine on and in the trees. Then too, a shot of one scene is not representative of being surround all the time by the white blanket. However, the following will give you some idea of what it all looks like.
This will come to an end by Tuesday at the latest with both warming temperatures and significant rainfall. Then the forecasters are worried about flooding. It seems the snow levels will rise to 6,000 feet. The rains will cause melting of snow pack between here and 6,000 feet. That could amount to a lot of water running downhill all at once.
I am now scheduled for both a colonoscopy and back surgery in February—a week apart starting on the 7th. Now that Nancy is able to drive there is no reason to postpone either any longer.
Back to normal today with another installment in the Amanda Saga.
I trust this finds you warm and healthy.
Warmest regards, Ed
038 Special Agent Fleishman Attempts to Visits Level 4 Number 7
Fiction in 511 words by T. Edward Westen, 2017
Special Agent Fleishman was standing by the swing set the small park in the 1200 block of Mission Boulevard on December 23rd. Looking around he noted there was only one bush near the swings that one could stand behind and still be within a reasonable distance from the swing set. ‘If the theorists are right about the repeat intersection of time lines it should be rather short or people would come though all the time.’ He continued to walk around the swings. ‘From Mrs. White’s experience, the swing will start stationary and then leap to the point where Mandy jumps off and then back to strike her in the head.’ “Hmmm” ‘I’ll bet if she weren’t here I could sit in the swing and end up back where Mandy came from. But with her here, she would not get hit and I would be changing history.’ He walked over and sat in the swing. And then began to swing. ‘Just like when I was a kid.’ He twirled and laughed out loud. Then got off the swing and walked to the street.
His thoughts continued to work out the puzzle of how to gain access to the time and place where the Amandas originated. ‘Perhaps if I flickered in just at the last moment, say from today, then that might not cause Mrs. White to move and then I wouldn’t be changing history.’ He stood stock still and reached a conclusion “Why the hell not?” He asked out loud and then walked back to the swing. Sitting down in the swing, he crossed his fingers and vanished.
Mrs. White thought a man appeared
in the swing that she was standing behind, but he was gone almost before her consciousness registered him. Had she not been distracted she might not have been hit by the swing coming at her after Mandy jumped out.
“Who are you and where is Mandy” a woman’s voice demanded.
Special Agent Fleishman turned in the swing seat to see the spitting image of the Amanda White he has just left in small park. The woman was dressed differently, but she was Amanda White’s doppelganger. The park has changed. It was under a bubble, no snow to make mud, no dirt to make into mud. The park was largely intact minus the bushes, dirt and open air. Special Agent Fleishman saw the woman was getting more and more anxious; she finally sprinted to a pull chord on a canopy like structure nearby.
The woman pulled the cord. While Special Agent Fleishman could hear the panic in her voice, the young woman very clearly and loudly said: “Breach. A man in the park. Breach. A child missing. Amanda is missing. A Man in the Park.”
Special Agent Fleishman calmly stepped off the swing and disappeared.
Reappearing on Christmas Eve
just as Patrolman Francis Milson put Mandy in the passenger side of his patrol car, Special Agent Fleishman noted that Mrs. While was lying in the mud. ‘Well, I got lucky on that one, I think.” And he disappeared.