A Sad Day

Yesterday HAS Sutton died of a massive heart attack. They said he walked down the stairs and someone was knocking at the door and when he didn't get it Alice went down the stairs and he was laying there. He was just here a while back to turn my water off because my payment got lost and we talked. I really liked and loved HAS he was always so nice to me and a very nice person. I remember him driving his mustang around when I was in High School. He had the coolist mustang. I remember when he married Alice and Heather was a baby and she cried and I had to take her out of the church. I think he was there eating lunch the day I went to look for my Dad because he didn't return to work. When Bob and I were first married and all the family farmed together I would see him all the time and he was always good to me. I have such good memories of him and his wonderful family.  He and Alice have a love story. He waited for her They dated in high school and she married but he never did until she got a divorce and then the married and had 3 girls. I feel for them because they are losing their Dad young like I did and it tears a whole in your heart.
he had some hard times when he and johnney quit farming together I know when all that happened I became even more terrified of  the same thing happening to B& R Sutton and me losing all of Mom and Dad's inheritence which was just another knife in our marriage.  They have done fine though and are still farming. That is what you get for worrying about the future. Farm Credit always made me list my assets and then sign the guarentee and I was so afraid of losing what meant so much to my Mom. It was such pressure with no
control. Just like all the money I lost in Farmline. I sometimes forget all that history.  Anyway how sad to go on without HAS in this world. I hope when he died he went right into the arms of Mable and Jr. and incrediable peace.

Tues Feb 23

Morning Coffee, the smell, the taste, the warmth of the cup in my hands. the memories of mom and dad having their coffee life was so simple then so timeless. All that seemed like it would last forever. I realize now  I will love you both forever and thank you so much for being there and being constant and loving. I only have a few more minutes before I have to go to work. The sun is  coming up or dawn is breaking. A new Day remember Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Murder in the marais

What I am reading nowThe initial installment of a projected series of mysteries set in Paris, this standout first novel introduces dauntless private investigator Aim?e Leduc. The French-American, whose specialty is computer forensics, is confronted with a seemingly mundane task: to decipher an encrypted photograph from the '40s and deliver it to an old woman in the Marais (the historic Jewish quarter of Paris). When Aim?e arrives at the home of Lili Stein to present the photo, however, she finds the woman dead, a swastika carved into her forehead. Thus begins a thrilling, quick-paced chase involving neo-Nazis, corrupt government officials and fierce anti-Semitism. With the help of her partner, Ren?, a computer hacking expert, Aim?e uncovers tantalizing clues relating to German war veteran Hartmuth Griffe, the Jewish girl he saved from Auschwitz, a French trade minister and other enigmatic figures. But the data Aim?e and Ren? come up with only takes them so far. In order to understand the true motive behind the killing, Aim?e must delve into history, confronting older residents of the quarterAwho'd prefer she leave the past aloneAand doing some undercover work. The suspense is high as she fraternizes dangerously with the enemy, even becoming briefly involved with an Aryan supremacist. Black knows Paris well, and in her first-rate debut she deftly combines fascinating anecdotes from the city's war years with classic images of the City of Lights. (July)

Copyright 1999 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

I love this series.The Peculiar Crimes Unit (PCU) mystery series by Christopher Fowler is one of a kind. Unapologetically British, one finds elements of Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, James Bond, “The Avengers” and “Danger Mouse” circulating throughout the books, yet the concept is delightfully unique. The PCU is a division of the London Metropolitan Police Department, which has been in existence for over 60 years. Arthur Bryant and John May, its stalwart, eccentric detectives, have been at the de facto helm for more or less the entire time, riding herd over a group of square but interesting pegs who can’t fit in anywhere else.




In THE VICTORIA VANISHES, middle-aged women are turning up dead in London pubs. The manner of their deaths --- the administration of a painless, extremely quick-acting poison --- is puzzling as well. What is confounding is that Bryant appears to have been the last person to see one of the victims alive, outside of a pub that had been demolished some 80 years previously. He is at a loss. Already coming to doubt the veracity of his observational faculties, he is seriously contemplating retirement. As with so many of their other investigations, the sheer volume of Bryant and May’s case history, and Bryant’s encyclopedic if arcane body of knowledge --- hampered only by his sporadic though temporary memory lapses --- ultimately win the day.



There is a bit of logic to this, given that, in their world, Bryant and May have been investigating cases for over six decades in one location. Elements of past and present cases dovetail, cross over, dip and swirl, and fall back on themselves. But in this book, when the identity of the murderer is revealed and the cad is apprehended, Bryant is not done. There are some unanswered questions that deal not so much with the murderer’s motivation --- that is all too clear --- but with what, or who, wound him up and pointed him toward these particular victims. And what about that vanishing pub?



THE VICTORIA VANISHES is one of those rare books in which the real excitement begins after the murderer is brought to justice. And talk about multiple endings! Fans of the series will be screaming, jumping up and down, unable to believe what they are reading by the time they reach the conclusion. I had to read the ending a couple of times before it sunk in that Fowler indeed was actually carrying out an act that had been hinted at since the beginning of the series. Or is he? That is but one of the many attractions of these novels, which are as delightfully and insidiously addicting as a serotonin supplement.



Fowler makes demands on the reader: the plots are complex, the characters are multi-faceted, and the humor is fast, furious and subtle. This is not a work to be skimmed on the bus, but rather to be read in the quiet of solitude so that every word, sentence and nuance can be fully appreciated alone and within context.

"In “Five Bells and Bladebone” Martha Grimes is at her most suspenseful. In this Richard Jury episode, Grimes clearly establishes herself as one of the best of the genre. In this book, a dismembered corpse is found by Marshall Truebood in an antique desk and naturally alerts Supt. Jury of Scotland Yard, who soon establishes a connection between this body and the murder of a woman by the name of Sadie Driver of Limehouse. Jury--and crew--is off and running. Grimes fans will recognize Jury's “team”--the faithful
Sgt. Wiggins, close friend Melrose Plant, his Aunt Agatha. All provide independent and worthy contributions to the overall book. Grimes' Jury books are all titled after the names of actual pubs, usually in England. This is a series that is riveting, amusing, suspenseful, colorful, and Grimes is a master at the literary allusion. Not a series to be missed
I just finished this book and don't want to forget it.

wed Feb 3rd.

I dreamed about my dad last night about him being dead. Even at 55 after so  many years it haunts me. Looking for answers. Maybe thats why I keep looking at old things and through books looking for stuff maybe I am still looking for answers.  I want to fix this so no one else can read it Maybe I should stop writing in here and just write in a journal. Today is my 12 hour day. But Bob read my journal once. I don't trust him.
My prayer today
Thank you God for that sunrise yesterday it was so beautiful full of pinks and greys. I wished I had a picture but I can see it in my minds eye. I look forward to your gift of today's sunrise. I think of everyday as a gift from God. Thank you for yesterday's gift and all the 55 years of days before that. I love you Lord. I know I fall short. AMEN

Dreams

I dreamed about my Dad dying last night and it was so painful. I woke up feeling sad. I woke up so many times during the night. I don't understand why