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Just a little trying to keep up with the kids. They have both started blogs and here is my attempt to stay with them.
- Entry for February 08, 2009
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I am going to try and start an entry without it beginning with OK. OK? Begining tomorrow, I have planned to begin a program at Jazzercise here in town. It is a contest among the class as to who can lose the greatest amount of weight by April 25th. Being the only man in the contest and starting with over 300 pounds, it ought to be a relative piece of cake. It is just that I have noticed that I have had a hell of a time with the threshold of 300 pounds. I have gotten more and more sedentary over the winter and it is time to do something about it. So here goes. As the time goes on, I will bring this up to date on how I am doing. At the same time,,,
I am also working on continuing the story from previous recent blogs. Namely where I keep waking up in the McClelland parking lot back in the eighties. I expect to be able to make some additional entries in that venue this week. Namely because the weather is horrible and golf is not a liklihood. So keep tuning in,,, I promise not to dissappoint you.
Sunday February 8, 2009 - 07:40pm (PST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments - Entry for January 01, 2009
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OK So here I am working on the presentation for another year. The appropriate item for the first page of the New Year is Resolutions. The most important one is that I will really try to improve my activity on this blog. And I will finish the story I already started the past year. So for the moment I wish every one a very happy and healthy new year. For me I just hope I can finish another year in the same or hopefully better shape than I finished 2008. More later.Thursday January 1, 2009 - 09:42am (PST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments
- HONEY, WE'RE BACK! Entry for November 13, 2008
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OK for a bit I was worried. I had spent the better part of the afternoon hiding in a closet, wearing somebody elses' overalls and boots. I waited until there was no more commotion and carefully opened the door and peeked out. It was dark and quiet and more than a little strange. I returned to Franks office and sat down behind his desk. I looked through the desk and found nothing of interest. I sat there in the twilight pondering my next move for the next hour or so until my gaze fell on an item right there on the desk. I suppose all of us have looked at one for years, before we really see it, but there in the middle of his blotter, up at the top was one of those government issue calendars. You know the kind, each day has a page with the Date on the right and room for our appointments on the left. I was looking at Franks appointments when I happened to notice the date! It was a calendar from way back in the eighties, August 24, 1985! Why would Frank be using a calandar over twnety years old? I sat there for a moment and then slowly rose and went out to the outer offices to look at the calendars on the others desks. All of them were of the same era and most on the same date!!!
Finally some of the days events began to come into place and make a bit more sense to me. I remembered I had a very uneasy feeling when I looked around in the parking lot when I first became aware of consciousness. Of course there would not be any new or recent cars if I was somehow transported back in time to the eighties. What I needed was a television set or a radio, or perhaps a newspaper to confirm it. I searched the building thoroughly and could find no television. There were several radios and unfortunately, they were of no use because although I turned one on, I was unable to find a station that gave the date as part of the news. I discovered that there were no newspapers around either, probably because the hanitors had already been through the building and had taken out the trash. The trash? Of course, I peeked out the back door just as it began to get dark and tere was a dumpster nearby. I snuck out and opened it to find bags and bags of trash. It only took a few minutes to discover a few copies of recent Sacrament Union and Bee newspapers all with dates commensurate to the calendars I saw in the office. Somehow it really was 1985!
On a hunch, I returned to the restroom and took a good look in the mirror. What I saw didn't suprise me at all, but I could see what had troubled Frank. I looked just as I had looked when I last remembered looking in a mirror, I assume it was this morning whe I was shaving. On the other hand Frank and all the other people looked pretty much as they had looked back in 1985. To them, I must have looked like an crazy old coot! certainly not anything like the twenty some year younger version they had known at that time. So now I had a real mystery on my hands. I was scared, tired and hungry. Furthurmore I was standing in an office that didn't exist any more. I ransacked the refrigerator and ate enough to hold me for a while. I returned to Franks office to think and put my feet up on his desk. The next thing that happened was, of course I fell asleep.
Thursday November 13, 2008 - 04:45pm (PST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments - Entry for March 16, 2008
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Very soon I realized that there was something very wrong here. It was like a bad dream, perhaps it was a dream and what do you do when a dream takes a turn that you don't like. You make every effort to wake up. I pinched myself very hard under the table and that did nothing, there was Frank looking at me like I was a frog under a microscope. I finally got up and announced that I needed to take a bathroom break. Frank started up as if to stop me and then he relaxed almost as if he realized that there was no place for me to go, I walked back torward the break room, from whence I came and ducked into the janitors closet where I had gotten my jumpsuit. I peeked out the door and plotted my next move. Frank was up right after me and had followed me down the hall but I guess he assumed that I had indeed gone into the bathroom He didnt go after me, just waited, blocking my exit. In a few moments there were APs at the door to the bathroom as well and Frank was relating his story of me as a madman who had come out of nowhere. He pointed to the bathroom and one of the APs went inside and returned instantly with much hue and cry that I was not there. Everyone then went into the bathroom and then back out into the hall where I could hear them thru the door. The speculated that perhaps I had gone thru the open window. I could not believe that they were not going to check the closit where I hid. But nevertheless I sat there waiting for another four or five hours while things calmed down and finally every one went home for the evening.Sunday March 16, 2008 - 04:42pm (PDT) Permanent Link | 0 Comments - Entry for February 19, 2008
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Dave Netherton
178 Briarcliff Drive
Folsom, Ca 95630
916-203-5006
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OK, so here I am resting comfortably on the hot asphalt between two cars. I mean, I was asleep so I must have been comfortable, but now that I am awake, I realize that it is hot and the asphalt is pretty warm. I sit up and rub my eyes and look around. I am in the parking lot behind bldg 280 at McClelland AFB. I must have fallen and bumped my head on my way to a meeting or something. At least that’s what I was thinking when I next noticed that I was naked!
Absolutely stark nekkid! Now that got my attention and I am think that I must have been mugged or something. I was quite disoriented and confused. I looked at my watch to discover that I had none. Even that was gone! No shoes nothing. What a spot. I looked around and it seemed to be pretty quiet for a parking lot with perhaps three or fouir thousand cars. I did notice that there was something strange about the cars, but I was unable to pin that one down. The immediate problem was to get me into some clothes and get some help. I worked my way over to the back of the cafeteria and Credit Union. I knew there was a back door into the travel office located between them. My old supervisor had an office there and we used to come and go thru that door when we played cribbage during lunch. Funny the things you remember when under stress. I was in the break room behind Franks’ office with no trouble.
Fortunately there was a phone in there and I figured that I would give Frank a call and ask him to come on back to the break room on the QT so we could get me out of this mess. I picked up the phone and could not remember his number. Go figure! I never forgot a number. I then thought I would call my own office and have Suzie get on the case, but I couldn’t remember that number either. While I wsa agonizing over my suddenly poor memory, I was watching for someone to come back to the break room and catch my naked butt sticking out and embarrass the dickens out of both of us. Nobody came back but I did notice a janitors closet in the corner. Opening it I found Coveralls and rubber boots. I did not imagine that they would fit me, but I was surprised to see that there was a pair that nearly did. I am six feet five and over two hundred pounds which is unusual. Until, that is I remembered that the sealant crew used these same coveralls and they were quite roomy. The rubber boots were designed to fit over ones own footwear so they were a good fit over my bare feet. Thus clothed, I was feeling a little better about my situation when someone I did not know came into the break room.
Busted, I stood and walked past them and out into the hall and on to Franks office. He was not there at the moment, but I could hear his voice elsewhere in the room. I sidled into his office past the questioning looks of his secretary, I think her name was Margie. So there I was waiting in Franks office, trying to figure what had happened to me. I did not remember what I was doing in the parking lot at all, other than the fact that I was probably on my way to one meeting or another. The clock on Franks wall told me that it was morning, so I could have been on my way to a late breakfast with my golf buddies. For the life of me I could not remember even the month or the year. I knew who I was, that I was married and that I worked there at McClellan. I had a secretary named Suzie, or was it Verna? or perhaps it was Sandy, or ??? Now I was getting even more confused. There was something more going on here.
Finally I could hear Franks secretary speaking to him about me. She told him that there was a strange man waiting in his office and did he want her to call the police? He calmed her down and walked in. I thought he might shut the door when he recognized me, but he did not. As a matter of fact his expression showed that he was a little uncertain about who I might be.
“Frank! Its me!” I blurted. He was unfazed and fixed me with a look that frightened me a little. He turned to his secretary and motioned her to make the call. He then sat down across from me at his conference table and asked me what I wanted. I tried to get him to recognize me. I spoke of our past together and our cribbage games. He just looked at me like I was from Mars.
Tuesday February 19, 2008 - 03:30pm (PST) Permanent Link | 0 Comments
